[It really does not take long to finish off this shadow of an angel. Dick always liked having that advantage over God's later creations. Somehow he managed not to spill but a few drops. He wipes his mouth with a napkin he happens to have in his pocket.
He knocks on the door. Before he says anything out loud, he thinks fondly over what the late angelic shadow blurted out. He never got to say much of anything, did he? What a shame.]
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He knocks on the door. Before he says anything out loud, he thinks fondly over what the late angelic shadow blurted out. He never got to say much of anything, did he? What a shame.]
All taken care of.