Almost a month later, you were leaving the hospital after a car accident. It’s early autumn and it’s sunset, your right hand is still in a cast. You slowly trudge home, still wondering who saved you if the doctors said that you were the only survivor. suddenly you hear a cheerful, pleasant voice “Hey, where is the prayer for me, for your salvation?” you look up and see an incredibly handsome guy with angel wings who carefreely walks along the eaves of the house and grins at you
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