She gave the devil his due.
One soul for what she most desired. Three dollars and 14 cents.
She really did want that cookie and the fact that she had no money on her shouldn't have deterred her.
So the devil came and offered the money for the cookie. She accepted.
She
was sadly disappointed that it wasn't a very good cookie. It wasn't
*bad* but it certainly didn't have that 'I just gave my soul for this
cookie' taste she hoped to appreciate.
Oh well.
What is the going rate for hearts?
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