"Stupheyth demons can sing?" Dawn blinked in surprise.
"It's not a spell is it?"
Dawn tilted her head as she listened carefully. "Boy meets girl, girl savages boy, girl lays eggs in the wound, boy suffers through the pregnancy to die when their offspring burst from his bloated body. Sounds like a love song to me. Where'd you get it?"
"In a mini cab last night."
"Demons drive taxis? That actually explains a lot."
open_on_sunday — challenge #212: taxes / taxi / taxing
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