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One night while home alone, compiling lists of friends from the past. It grows dark and I begin to long for company. The list sits before me on the coffee table, reproaching me with imitations of missed opportunities and regretful abandonment's. There is a scratching at the window and absently, I open it, thinking it's my cat feeling lonely too. To my dismay, a small devil-creature, salivating with anticipation, leaps squattly into the room. I Recognize it immediately as the kind to possess your soul without hesitation. Backing away from it's gleaming eyes, I consider my options. With a flash of intelligence, I announce to the devil-creature that it is yesterday, and today I am dead.

The creature looks quizzically at me, I insist that he has made an error- it is yesterday and later that evening I kill myself with a large kitchen knife and I am dead. My soul is gone and the devil-creature is to late. It looks puzzled, but I explain with placatory hand movements that this is really a simple matter. As I am already dead, there is no point in attempting to take my soul. 'Come back in a week', I tell the devil-creature, 'the landlord will have re-let the apartment, and there will be fresh prey'. Huffing and puffing, the creature waddles back to the window, and lurches back into the night.

Congratulating myself on my quick thinking, I close the window. I sit down once more in front of my list, and, with a heavy heart I wander to the kitchen, and begin rifling through the knife drawer.