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    “This wasn’t me, you know,” Crowley says, the words out of his mouth before he’s made the conscious choice to utter them. “Not just the library, but the whole civil war. You know me; I’ve mostly been getting drunk at Bacchanals.”

    “I know,” says Aziraphale.

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    12 Jun 2019

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    Today, Sunday, there's a sense of rightness and quiet. Outside, he hears birdsong that reminds him of home. Rashid drops sugar cubes in each tiny glass bowl—refined white for Lapsang Souchong, demerara for Earl Grey—and readies the tea tray for delivery.

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    12 Jun 2019

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    In their cottage in the South Downs, when Crowley eventually succeeds in getting Aziraphale to use a laptop, it takes Aziraphale literal hours to get past the default Windows screensavers of picturesque locations because 'oh, look, isn't it lovely, Crowley!'

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    5 times Crowley knows he’s in love with Aziraphale + 1 time he knows the reverse.

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    12 Jun 2019

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    So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing.

    It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.

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    12 Jun 2019

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    “It’s obviously a secret admirer,” Courfeyrac tells Enjolras seriously. “Only instead of flowers and poetry, they serenade you with delicious food.”

    Enjolras rolls his eyes. “They have a key to my room,” he reminds Courfeyrac. “They could kill me in my sleep.”

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    26 May 2019