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syncope at 08:27pm on 31/10/2005 under the adama and cheif hour
syncope at 08:27pm on 31/10/2005 under the adama and cheif hourSummary: Galen Tyrol, fundamentally, enjoyed the life the Gods had gifted him with.
He loved the hard, nutmeg and caraway candies his grandmother made in batches of 144 pieces every third Wednesday of the month.
The words of the Lords of Kobol drifted from his tongue with less awe than pleasant comfort.
The hum of an engine in perfect alignment purring along a road brought an involuntary smile to his oft-smiling face.
His life was a safe groove of family and seminary and the hazy, burnt-umber future of the priesthood and the prospect of his own family.
( Sometimes, Galen Tyrol felt that his life would be a very lovely life for someone who wasn’t necessarily Galen Tyrol. (BSG, uh, in case you don't know who Galen Tyrol is. Gen, het, OC, dude, fic where I work out the religion in my head, but you don't really see that) )
He loved the hard, nutmeg and caraway candies his grandmother made in batches of 144 pieces every third Wednesday of the month.
The words of the Lords of Kobol drifted from his tongue with less awe than pleasant comfort.
The hum of an engine in perfect alignment purring along a road brought an involuntary smile to his oft-smiling face.
His life was a safe groove of family and seminary and the hazy, burnt-umber future of the priesthood and the prospect of his own family.
( Sometimes, Galen Tyrol felt that his life would be a very lovely life for someone who wasn’t necessarily Galen Tyrol. (BSG, uh, in case you don't know who Galen Tyrol is. Gen, het, OC, dude, fic where I work out the religion in my head, but you don't really see that) )
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