Best Friends with the King of Hell
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Every Sunday at 4:00, he came to my house. We played chess, had a cup of tea, and, most importantly just talked. Sometimes, that all we did was talk. He came because he needed to get away, to have someone to talk to that wouldn't judge him. He just needed a friend, and that just happened to be me. A fluffy little story. Just something to make you smile.