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dfc6496
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Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
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god
rebel-angels
lucifer
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Libba Bray |
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d6ac0d2
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A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to have a splendid Christmas in London town. All shall be well. God rest us merry gentlemen. And gentlewomen.
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humor
rebel-angels
gemma-doyle
libba-bray
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Libba Bray |
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e82c575
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Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care--only when it suits him.
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rebel-angels
libba-bray
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Libba Bray |
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65781b6
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"He's attracted to the smell of manure," Felicity says. "You might wallow in the stables to bring out the full flower of his love."
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humor
rebel-angels
libba-bray
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Libba Bray |