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    They don’t talk about what Percy did during the war.

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    “Nanny?”

    Crowley’s head jerked up as he twisted round awkwardly in his chair to find a familiar face staring at him through the crowd, the time-altered features torn somewhere between consternation and twitching on the verge of a grin. He stared.

    “Warlock?” Crowley he demanded, reaching for his glasses and only just managing to resist the urge to pull them off, “Warlock?”

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    09 Jul 2019

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    “Oh she’s a nice one,” Crowley said. “Doesn’t need much. Little water, little sunshine. Just make her feel welcome.”

    After the end, Crowley accidentally moves into Aziraphale's bookshop, bit by bit. He starts with his plants.

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    07 Jul 2019

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    “Angel,” he implored, turning around and sitting up to face him, resting his chin on the armrest of Aziraphale’s chair. “What is it like?”

    “The act of lovemaking?”

    “For Heaven’s sake, Aziraphale, just call it bloody sex like the rest of the world,” he snapped.

    “That’s mighty rich coming from someone who has never engaged in such an act,” he snapped back, the words leaving his lips before he could consider their weight. Crowley shot him a disapproving look and Aziraphale suddenly felt as though he had ruined the already dangerously fragile moment.

    He placed a hand tentatively on Crowley’s forearm and softened his gaze. Crowley’s eyes shot wide open at the touch and his cheeks began to turn a crimson red. “I’m sorry, my dear. I… I forgot myself. It… it is difficult to explain.”

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    Prose bits were written with the voice of God in my head, if that helps with any particularly clunky bits

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