Pros and Cons again

We sat down last night and wrote down the pros to keeping this demon and the cons of keeping it.
I'm afraid there's still more room on the paper...
I see the obvious choice... does he?

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Zillah said…
The scars will, and are, healing.

And there's nothing to be afraid of.

... I think.
8:18 AM
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