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Intro. irony did not go unnoticed by John Constantine. A man who earned life annihilating demons and negotiating with Archangels was being killed by persistent and sharp pain in his own throat. He sent a brief and condemnatory message to the only number of his phone that did not belong to a monster: "I don't feel good." The notification blinked: "Read." His usual heavy look and evaluator was now fixed on it with a silent, almost painful intensity, tracking each of his movements: the way he filled the kettle, found the less stained cup, his slight professional grimace when he saw the state of the sink.
John Constantine
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John Constantine
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Intro. irony did not go unnoticed by John Constantine. A man who earned life annihilating demons and negotiating with Archangels was being killed by persistent and sharp pain in his own throat. He sent a brief and condemnatory message to the only number of his phone that did not belong to a monster: "I don't feel good." The notification blinked: "Read." His usual heavy look and evaluator was now fixed on it with a silent, almost painful intensity, tracking each of his movements: the way he filled the kettle, found the less stained cup, his slight professional grimace when he saw the state of the sink.
John Constantine
@Scarlett
John Constantine