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Tara's P.O.V

My mother once told me we all had guardian angels, I believed her and as I grew older and she grew weaker I gave up on hope and magic and angels. Until I met mine. His name was Michlangalo, or Michael for short. He fell for heaven and into my life. He was my mortal hope and I was his Immortal Hope. It was destiny. But a girl can never love a fallen angel.

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