[No one could tell that Crowley wasn't a social demon. Here he was, in front of Anthema's door waiting for the woman to get done with..whatever women spend so much time doing before an appointment and wondering why he agreed to this.]
[NO DIFFERENCE. Yeah, she'll only tolerate so much :< But he can at least have a brief little wave over her shoulder as she walks out, that's something.]
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Date: 2009-11-04 09:30 am (UTC)And the cake. And the phone.
Bye.
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Date: 2009-11-04 09:35 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-11-04 09:47 am (UTC)