Crowley cleared his throat with a loud cough. Aziraphale looked up from his work and smiled. “Dear boy, welcome! I didn’t hear you open the shop door.” “I just stepped inside,” Crowley apologized. “I needed to tell you that…” He looked down at the countertop and lost his train of thought. “Beelzebub’s balls! Either my eyes …
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