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๐๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ
@deadIytempting
~ '๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐บ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐บ, ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฉรฉ, ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ช๐ต?'
@deadIytempting
~ '๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐บ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐บ, ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ฉรฉ, ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ช๐ต?'
"๐๐น๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐, ๐ฐ๐น๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ฝ! ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐!" the bartender shouted from behind the bar, eyes slightly piercing as the last few drunks started to stumble out the pub doors.
That was the benefit about being an angel.
Your drink tolerance was
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That was the benefit about being an angel.
Your drink tolerance was
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basically limitless, if you wanted it to be.
Rad downed his drink, leaving a ยฃ20 note on the table pinned under the empty glass, before a simple nod was shot in the direction of the bar staff, and he exited the pub as swiftly as he could.
Jeez, it was cold.
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Rad downed his drink, leaving a ยฃ20 note on the table pinned under the empty glass, before a simple nod was shot in the direction of the bar staff, and he exited the pub as swiftly as he could.
Jeez, it was cold.
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He hated the cold. The clammy, misty cold of Heaven that wrapped round you, clinging to every hair, every bump, every joint.
He pulled his oversized jean jacket around him, muttering to himself about how bad a choice it was.
Anyway, it was midnight. And he needed to
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He pulled his oversized jean jacket around him, muttering to himself about how bad a choice it was.
Anyway, it was midnight. And he needed to
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get home.
He wasn't used to performing miracles, he had rarely used them in Heaven, and had no need for them here.
"Heaven's sake, fucking cold." He shivered out as he started to pace down streets, "Fucking God, this weather is shit."
Sometimes, he just
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He wasn't used to performing miracles, he had rarely used them in Heaven, and had no need for them here.
"Heaven's sake, fucking cold." He shivered out as he started to pace down streets, "Fucking God, this weather is shit."
Sometimes, he just
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wished that his Creator would give him one good day.
