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— day five"I guess I owe you an apology."
Crowley was standing in front of the door of Paul's room at the brothel, an empty wine bottle in his hand, as usual. The young man paid no attention to him, as he was busy putting some kind of make-up on his face and neck, and Crowley realized he was covered up in bruises.
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FanfictionYou believe me like a god. I'll betray you like a man. Crowley befriends a human while dealing with Aziraphale's loss.