Devil On My Shoulder: Steve

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There's a devil on my shoulder named Steve, he's been sitting there, light as the fluffiest feather since I was 5 years old. He was a present from my dad, the big S himself, to make sure I never strode into the path of goodness. This would have worked of it wasn't for the fact that Steve is a big old softie. He's all sugar, spice and everything nice, just tell my dad otherwise Steve will be thrown into purgatory and this isn't no place for a devil such as Steve.

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