Our Lady of Fandom, Monday all day

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Gabriel had spent most of the week inside the church, under his electric blanket, feeling sorry for himself. A cold was not to be trifled with. He had occasionally listened to the radio and heard reports on angel statues. Of course, angels being dangerous was nothing new to him, but that usually didn't include those made of stone by monkeys. "They always get it wrong," he had muttered to himself, "and make us look girly."

Now he was a lot better, however, and had even managed to get himself some donuts and a coffee.

[The church is open]