Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday all day

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The pile of crumpled up paper next to Gabriel was increasing, and he was in no way close to having a finished letter written. First he'd had to get past the embarrassment of actually having to write it, then he'd had to consider who could get their hands on it before it reached its recipient. That latter thought was particularly depressing.

[The church is open!]