In Italy, 117 substitutes unlucky number 17.

Nov 30, 2009 22:40

It seems everyone is being bitten by the Christmas bug. You should leave it at least until... [there’s a pause, and a frustrated sigh]

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Stupid angel. Never around when you need him. Looks like I’m fielding this one by myself. Fucking conscience, I never asked for one. Heigh ho, here goes nothing. Back to being the most unloved puppy in the box. Probably for the best. I don’t need them anyway.
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You know what? Sod it. I’m done playing pretend.

None of you win the cupie doll. It was Crowley, at the stables, with the fireball. Admittedly said fireball wasn’t aimed at anyone; it was an accident, but it doesn’t make my point any less valid. Not one of you preformed the simple task of just asking for someone to come forward. You just picked your suspects and thought the worst of them instantly. How very human.

You know, it’s at times like this I think Lucifer had a point about humanity, which quite frankly is a depressing thought. I don’t know what’s worse. The fact you almost started a witch hunt or the fact you let it all slide in less than a month.

So, dear residents, are you going to string me up now?

[[ooc: Forward dated to before Damian's little joy ride. Karma is a bitch]]

a.j.crowley

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