[ Crowley's relief is palpable. Americans. That explains everything. Crowley had spent little more than five consecutive hours in the Americas, back during the early eighteenth century. He'd gotten off the boat, took one look around and realized the humans were doing a perfectly fine job of making a mess of things themselves, and got on the first ship back to England, never to look back. Crowley had helped to build stars and nebulae light years away, but as far as he's concerned, America might as well have been a whole other universe.
Neither did I. U read lips at all?
It would probably be a lot easier than passing an ink-stained napkin back and forth. ]
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Neither did I. U read lips at all?
It would probably be a lot easier than passing an ink-stained napkin back and forth. ]