She took my heat. Traded it to the devil for some bauble.

She took my heat. Traded it to the devil for some bauble.

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The quote reflects a sense of betrayal and sacrifice, suggesting that someone exchanged something valuable or deeply personal in pursuit of material gain or superficial rewards. The term "heat" likely symbolizes warmth, passion, or even life force, emphasizing the emotional weight of the exchange. The inclusion of the devil implies a moral debt or the high cost of such a trade, illustrating how alluring but ultimately destructive temptations can be.

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