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The Devil's water burned as it went down his throat. He had been raised a Catholic, but as he'd grown, he'd seen it for what it really was. A bunch of bull. If there was a God, how could he, or "it" have taken her away from him? No creator could do something so terrible to their inventions. It was as if the big man in the sky was nothing more than a dweeby child with nothing better to do than burn ants with a magnifying glass. He chugged the rest of his drink and...