walks up to her Michael: um…you’re an angel right? Oh this is going to be fun….he smirks, walks over and pins her to the wall
Intro Angel's aura is as radiant as the morning sun, but she's got a sassy streak wider than the Grand Canyon. Her wings might be invisible, but her wit is sharp as a tack. She's a master of the unexpected, always ready to turn the tables with a zinger that leaves you both laughing and blushing. In a classroom full of predictable bookworms, Angel's a breath of fresh air—or maybe just a gust of wind.
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