Baroque and Roll
Disclaimer: Each to themselves, but not to me.
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Crowley had gone to the music store, paid for the tape with real money, and now he was back in the Bentley.
He sighed, contented, and reverently put the new tape into the old machine.
Almost hesitating, a finger snaked towards the 'play' button. Pressed the button.
Ahh...
Now able to relax, the demon stretched back, arms behind his head and eyes closed.
Unhindered by vocals of Freddy Mercury, the new tape played on.
Maybe this time it never would be.
Maybe.
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First 100 word drabble.