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Everything ended, and then it went on. Crowley and Aziraphale found themselves back in the bookshop. Everything was as it had been before, yet they soon realized that this was far from the case, and that they were far less alone in their bookshop than expected.
When I read that it was Gleafer’s birthday, this idea popped into my head; so here is an Azicrow/Slorthany?/Anthoniferal? story featuring overlapping timelines and heaps of dandelions.
"I can prove this is my bookshop,"“ Angel Anthony said, abruptly returning to the subject as he hurried inside to triumphantly produce the ping-pong paddle. Aziraphale let out a breath, looking unmistakably annoyed.
"So? A ping-pong paddle."
"You don't play much ping-pong, do you? It's a paddle."
Aziraphale didn't seem to know quite what to do with that information. Crowley couldn't blame him. He felt the same way. And the other angel didn't miss that, either.