Crazy Little thing called love
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Después del fracasado Armagedon los seres Aziraphale y Crowley quedaron temporalmente cesantes. Sus respectivos jefes habían decidido darles una especie de vacaciones luego de que ambos hubieran sobrevivido a lo que debía haberlos aniquilado. Ambos se habían unido más que nunca, ahora no tenían miedo de que los vieran fraternizando y solían frecuentarse, de hecho el demonio ahora almorzaba cada día con Aziraphale, quien le cocinada distintas recetas que había aprendido en los 6.000 años que llevaba en la Tierra.
¿Qué pasará ahora que Crowly ah decidido desaparecer cada miércoles después de sus meriendas?
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