Yes, it was raining and just barely above freezing. The sort of weather that would have had sensible people indoors where it was dry and warm
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Jim wasn't sensible people either. Jim was twitchy.
Jim heard the bedtime story from a street over and was curious, given that he didn't hear any of the usual responsive sounds - "Was the gold bird pretty?" from girls, usually, more of a "How many people did the son kill?" from boys.
[[Will do my best to keep the angst levels down!]]
Unaware that his story was drawing a larger audience than the trio on the pond, Aziraphale continued talking. Until Jim crossed over onto the space designated as his property, and then stopped and raised his head to look.
"Not at all, my dear. I expect they don't really much care about whether the boy gets the golden bird anyway. And I'm probably being a bit silly."
He sat up and waved for Jim to come and join him in the dry spot if he wanted. It was, in fact a much larger dry spot now, with plenty of room for two people to sit.
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Jim heard the bedtime story from a street over and was curious, given that he didn't hear any of the usual responsive sounds - "Was the gold bird pretty?" from girls, usually, more of a "How many people did the son kill?" from boys.
[[Will do my best to keep the angst levels down!]]
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"Mr Ellison! Good Heavens, it's been ages!"
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He sat up and waved for Jim to come and join him in the dry spot if he wanted. It was, in fact a much larger dry spot now, with plenty of room for two people to sit.
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