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    In which there are bombs, humans, sleep, wine, wings, a bowler hat, and absolutely no footnotes. | "Here's to six thousand years, then," he said. / "Here's to six thousand more," added Crowley, and they both drank.

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    Somewhere in the fall of 1963, Aziraphale was issued a new body. Later, he was never entirely sure if the mix-up following the assignment of its replacement was intentional or purely accidental. He had his suspicions. Crowley was not sure how to feel about it.

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    05 Jul 2014

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    Contrary to ethereal gossip, neither Heaven nor Hell had laid claim to the creation of dreams. As for nightmares, both sides were certain that they were of human devising.

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    05 Jul 2014

  4. Public Bookmark 65

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    Crowley doesn't mention the alley, because he's not good at explaining why he does the things he does. Like walk a block out of his way just so he can reach the bookshop by coming down the back alley, where there's brick upon dingy brick until the solid wall of the building breaks and there's the inexplicable, narrow floor-to-ceiling window. It's rarely covered, because Aziraphale isn't good at remembering to draw the blind.

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    04 Jul 2014

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    It was a dark and stormy night, and nobody was enjoying it.

    The ground, newly sodden, was so cold that it made Crawly's scales ache. If he hadn't been able to see in the darkness, he would've been done for. The streams had filled to overflowing, and he preferred to avoid being washed away. After all, he wasn't such a large snake, and he didn't like getting wet unless the sun was on hand to dry him.

    Thunderstorms, as far as Crawly was concerned, were a bad move on His part.

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    04 Jul 2014