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“Exactly, why are we doing this again? You were there! Heaven, even I was there!”
“I know, but it is rather an important event to the village, we are supporting them.”
Crowley grumbled. “Just once. We’re not coming every night it’s on.”
Aziraphale nodded, “That’s fair, my dear.”
They followed signs until arriving at the live walk-through Nativity story.
Crowley was quiet as Aziraphale complimented the performers, making their way to the end of the story.
Their pace slowed, stopped. They gazed at the baby together, remembering.
“He was a good man.” Crowley murmured.
Aziraphale nodded, whispering. “Yes, He was.”