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They part ways again — again.
Crowley wraps up the memories. A tightly bound parcel of moments. Tucks them away — hides them in the deep dark desert places of his mind.
A kind word. Soft smile. The look of admiration turned his way. Crowley bundles the bits he gathers and tucks them all away.
A stolen glance. His angel’s scent blended with the sugary sweetness of pastries shared one rainy afternoon. And the tantalizing anguish of a lingering touch in a dark theatre.
A blissful assemblage. Something to hold on to until the desolation between meetings and partings becomes too much.
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