Who is playing that game?

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Even wickedly tired, terribly confused, with a rough headache, among other problems... I see her stalking.  Playing from a distance, playing hard.

Something so familiar.  A scent, sense... something.

Such strange things.

I have to wonder if this means I make her horney?

Devil?  Not... that devil.  Nephilim are only devils when dead, beyond that.

Besides, I think... she has it mixed up.

Given the givens, it is not me who is as such.  She simply doesn't like the truth.

Something... interesting.  A flirt, or damnation.  Is there... a difference?

Well, she... too... is on my mind.  Gifts, from God, one to the other.

Two, to become one.  What a headache!  But... headaches can tickle, too.