Aziraphale walked around on proverbial eggshells all that afternoon back at his bookshop. He jumped at the clock chiming, and was certain when the water boiled in the tea kettle that it must be the sound preceding some kind of divine retribution for shirking the attendance of a holy function to hang around with a demon.
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Date: 2007-10-28 05:58 am (UTC)Awesome.