Crowley had grown weary of reading the books he'd gotten to take to Aziraphale in the clinic, so he sauntered into the rec room to do battle with the bookshelf. He had always believed that Good and Evil were just names of sides, but that was until he'd encountered the shelf and the jukebox. Leave it to Knowledge and Electronics to prove to him
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On the off-chance that something might appear, he drifted over to the bookshelf. Perhaps he could swap one of the people there for books, like he'd done with that girl. George? Anyway, worth the try.
[OOC: Got to go to bed now, but wanted to tag this!]
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True to habit, the closed his eyes when he tried that shelf. It at least provided as much of a surprise as one could get here. When he looked he had Mario Puzo's The Godfather in one hand and the fucking text-book from the Massachusetts State Police Academy. He sighed. "The fucking thing will never learn that I'm not Italian. But if you like it, it's yours." He didn't expect anyone to enjoy a textbook about code of conduct in law enforcement.
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