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August 04, 2015 - 113 words
“The devil is in the details. God is in the rest,” Arthur said with a tint of smugness that bled through the room and infected the whole situation with a mood that his mother would have shaken her head sadly at. Had she been here. And not deaf. And not dead.
“The hell does that mean?” Bartman was having none of this pretentious garbage. This guy was so far up his ass he could probably taste last week’s cheesecake. He’d missed the meeting with Jennifer for this?
Arthur wouldn’t back down. Couldn’t back down if he had the sort of psyche Bartman suspected, but it was too early to suspect. “Well, buddy, whatever.”