I'm just going to go ahead and say it - from September 17, my life as I know it will end. The guy I was will be gone, and a demon will have set up shop in my house. This demon will want to do nothing all day except waggle his thumbs, twitch as salted chunks slide down his gullet and make the lightsaber noise with his mouth.
Stefan tells stories, writes about stories and tells stories about stories.
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