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"You really want me to say it?" The angel was still staring, opened his mouth, closed it again.
This wasn't a good idea. Not at all. It was probably the worst idea he'd ever had, and bad ideas were kinda his profession. Saying just one more word would be a terrible terrible mistake, he knew it. Because one word would possibly lead to another. And another. And another.
For a moment, Crowley considered if maybe he shouldn't have become literate at all in the first place. Well, screw it, too late now. Then it dawned to him that he could simply choose not to let the words out he'd unfortunately learned. Yeah. Sure. Of course. Easy peasy. Just don't say it.
His mouth seemed to have different plans.