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My Christmas Angel

Matt was a human. Nate was an angel. Matt was 31 and Nate was 29. It was December 15th. Matt was feeling depressed, because he was feeling lonely. Days flew by and soon enough it was Christmas already. He nearly took down his tree. But when he looked, he saw presents. Not knowing who they were from, he slowly picked them up, opening them. One of them was a large feather. He was confused, he didn't own a bird. Suddenly, a dove came flying out. But that dove was Nate. His wings grew into hands, his feet grew into his legs. Giant wings sprouted out of his back. Matt gasped, he had never seen an angel in real life before. "Can... Can I touch your wings?" He asked. "Of course. My name is Nathan, by the way." The angel said. Matt nodded, blushing, slowly touching Nate's wings. "I'm Matt. So... If you don't mind me asking, why are you here?" He asked."I'm your Christmas angel." He said.
I'm Nate!;