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  1. Public Bookmark 45

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    “I’m going to see you again. Aren’t I?”

    Tucker nods. “Yes. Yes you are going to see me again.”

    “Promise.”

    Not a question.

    Tucker leans in. “Promise,” he says.

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    13 Oct 2019

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    As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

    --His clothing was expensive and stylish;
    --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
    --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
    --He looked angry;
    --He was wearing sunglasses.

    What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

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    05 Oct 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 37

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    Lucifer caught Aziraphale and Crowley's little bodyswap trick, and was fortunately amused instead of infuriated. Unfortunately, he also feels entitled to their attention. Consent issues everywhere. Literally, he's Satan.

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    05 Oct 2019

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    Crawley finds an injured Aziraphale cornered by Ligur, and comes to the rescue for the very first time.

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    05 Oct 2019

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    “Who would win: Aziraphale or Crowley.”

    “Oh!” Aziraphale startles. “Well—such a question. It’s not as though either of us has engaged in so much as fisticuffs in ages, and one does need to keep up practice with these sorts of things.” His fretting dies abruptly when Crowley cuts over him clearly, baldly: “Aziraphale.”

    Aziraphale’s mouth clicks shut, and he goes so still that the group is forcibly reminded that ethereal beings don’t technically need to breathe, have a heartbeat, or even metabolize energy to exist. Beside him, Crowley’s stiffened up and his lips pull back from his teeth in a toe-curling wince.

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    02 Oct 2019