"No playing, damn it!" Crowley said, irate. "Someone left the fucking thing on our bed with that tacky tartan bow on it and a soppy card, expecting you'd take care of it because you're just that much of a pushover. But I found it first, so it's temporarily in my care, which means I decide what to do with it, and I say it's going back to whomever left it in the morning."
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Date: 2006-06-05 11:45 pm (UTC)