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Gabriel stared blankly at the papers sprewn under him, bitten down nails tugging fruitlessly at small tufts of unwashed hair.
He was always stressed after Sunday Mass- too many people, too much to do in so little time. It was even worse in a backwater catholic town like this where babies learned who Jesus was before its parents.
"Hell...," A sharp decrease in the air had him throwing a curious glance behind his shoulder, only for his face to contort into a glare when he saw who it was.
you.
Great. Last thing he needed was was another comment on his eyebags or how he forgot deodorant *again*.
"I can't do this right now. Just leave, please."
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