A plot bunny emerged while I was doing my math. I grabbed my notebook and scratched this down:
Six years ago today I made a deal with the devil. Today, for the first time in those six years, I regret my choice. Who knew regret could be so bitter?
I did, of course. Back when I was a stupid fourteen-year-old. Fourteen-year-olds shouldn't be allowed to make life-changing decisions.
But the devil doesn't follow rules either way.
I think I'm high on my new plot bunny.
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