"Well, the one here is..." Gabriel paused to pull the little white-and-yellow tube out of the stationery drawer in his desk, "something called UHU." He wrinkled his nose. "I agree that old paper smells nice, though." He loved old books too, loved the smell and texture and workmanship.
He remembered the type of people Aziraphael was referring to. "Ah. I thought you simply meant he was mildly psychic."
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Date: Thursday, 4 March 2010 06:59 (UTC)He remembered the type of people Aziraphael was referring to. "Ah. I thought you simply meant he was mildly psychic."