Last night we met Deminin the fire god and we reveled in his company and the company of our friends. His wings protected us from the cold windy night and his tongues lapped at my boots and warmed my coal-black legs. We drank and smoked, and as the night went on we all loved each other a little bit more, were all a little bit closer. Fall nights are for friends and for festivities.
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