The Mink Wants Your Soul

The mink wants your soul. It screeches in a corner of one dark cave, the mink does. It was formerly a cute thing, but is now nothing. Merely, an imprint, of its past. It is the Devil. It is the opposite, and the reverse. This mink twitches and twists in the dark, scary corners.

And it only accepts Dogecoin.

Passionately, he scrapes. Together. The mink wants your soul, and no other.

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