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| So let's make this official. You sign my contract and we make a trade. I get your soul. You get something from me. | |
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| Well what do you want? I helped God create the universe. That should clue you to how limitless my powers are. The sky's the limit. | |
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| Just one. No wishing for more wishes or any of that happy horseshit. | |
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