damned to hell

Normally, when someone tells me I’m going to hell, I have a pretty (damn) good idea why they’re telling me to go visit Beelzebub. The majority of the times it has actually been said with some genuine concern for my well-being in the spiritual sense, and not so much meant as an insult.  But when it does happen as an insult (which doesn’t happen that often, really) I take it as an event of import and tend to take note of the reasons why.  This time, however, I have absolutely no idea what is going on…

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