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Forget their taste anytime soon The angel enters the other angel's shrine bowing, its halo a faint autumn purple. "Do you have a name?" it asks the other one sitting beside a window. "I mean, right now." "I don't. I don't need one right now. Do you?" the other one replies, not turning towards the door. Then it adds "You are welcome." "Thank you. As for the name, yes I do have one. I was asked to pass it on to you, after making sure you don't have one already." "I had quite a few recently. None now," nods the one still sitting. "Do speak it to me then." The one in the door moves in, crossing the small, bright room. It casts shadows, and