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Post by Aziraphale on Nov 22, 2008 1:18:58 GMT -5
*Herbert was making his plan to pretend that there wasn't anything wrong exceedingly difficult by insisting on continuing to talk about it.*
"Stop it. Just- stop."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Nov 22, 2008 1:23:29 GMT -5
"I can't just ignore what's happened..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Nov 24, 2008 12:10:54 GMT -5
"Then pretend to ignore it," *he snapped.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Nov 24, 2008 21:17:19 GMT -5
For lack of anything better to do, he took Aziraphale's hand in his and rubbed his thumb over Aziraphale's fingers.
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Post by Aziraphale on Nov 24, 2008 21:41:18 GMT -5
*He kept moving then, trying to ignore how he couldn't quite see the angles of the walls anymore. Nor could he remember what they looked like, exactly.
There was a door in the wall- or was it a lack of wall? That they came too soon enough. It stood open a crack, enough to see the interior of the bookshop.*
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