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“Do you think we might be in Hell?” he asks Father Martin.
The priest doesn’t even stall in his painting, lathering what Waylon hopes is red paint up onto the dirty walls. “Oh absolutely not, my son” he says happily, “whatever makes you say that?”
“The death?” Waylon suggests wryly, “maybe the dismemberment?”
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Waylon Park finds himself in a timeloop.
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Improv Matchmaking, and Other Games for a Fun Summer Road Trip by FoxGlade
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
20 Apr 2019
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“You kinda do have a similar smell, most of the time,” Beau continues. “Kinda like, earthy, and musty, almost gross but not really?”
“It’s peaty!” Nott declares. Beau snaps and points at her over Caleb’s shoulder.
“That’s what it is, it’s peaty. You’re both peaty.”
Trapped between them, Caleb can only resign himself to confusion. “Thank you, yes, this is the best foundation for a relationship,” he says, “we will build on peat moss.”
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