Monday.

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As Aziraphale stepped into heaven, he let out a sigh, sounding both disappointed and sad.
*" It'll take some adjusting to be back here .. "* Aziraphale said to himself, making sure the Metatron won't hear. 

back on earth (🤓)

A loud groan coming from the side of a black 1926 Bentley and look who it is. Mr Crowley. Sobbing and drunk. Poor bugger alone.

As Crowley started to wobble as he tried to head to Aziraphale's bookshop. A little angel peaked from the door watching Crowley wobble to the bookshop. Feeling bad that angel decided to go to and help Crowley.

"Are you okay Mr Crowley?" the little angel spoke with a soft voice.
"I'm fine Muriel." Crowley spoke with a hasty yet aggressive tone.

Crowley threw himself onto the chair drinking his wine like he was almost chugging it. Muriel was getting worried for Crowley. Unexpected to know that Crowley fell asleep.

A sigh came out from the little angels mouth watching Crowley safe asleep. A knock comes from the bookshops door as Muriel said not to loud not to quite "We are most definitely closed!"

A few minutes later Crowley woke up as he looked around questioning himself on how he got there. He looks in front of him as Muriel was there. "How did you.. Why I'm I..." he could barely talk but Muriel understood.

"You were drunk.."

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