He’s at the door

En fait, ce n’est qu’une aube pleine de désarroi qui s’est levée ce matin. Un ciel bleu à l’image d’un blues lancinant. Gna gna gnaaaaaaahaaaa… The devil is at the door, but the doorbell is broken, the key is jammed in the lock, and I can’t get up from the couch.

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