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I guess I must have continued to feel like an outsider, as when I was five I attempted to send a Christmas card to the Devil. Not to rebel - I was trying to cheer him up. I sent one to God as well, to keep it fair. I wasn't taking sides in their cosmic disagreement.
The card to God (complete with made-up address 110 Love Street) said, "Well done, you must be very proud." The card to the Devil (who of course lived on 110 Hate Street) said, "Please try to have a good time, in spite of everything." I guess I thought he might be feeling blue or left out on the birthday of his archnemesis.