Talk:Devil/@comment-156.34.77.41-20151208214203/@comment-26115871-20151215175601

I put a gentle arm around her shoulder and sit next to her as she cries. It's not long before she abruptly pounces me off of the bench and begins telling me everything. It's a long, long, long story, not helped by her nearly-incoherent voice or her repeated breaks when she cries too hard to continue, but it involves her, a klondike bar, and a bet. I ultimately buy her two klondike bars, which helps to cheer her up.