megsmae
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I'm dead.
Well sort of.
I'm death.
I know what you're thinking, literally, so let me explain myself.
My name is Lark, but most people refer to me as Death. To get things straight, no I don't carry a scythe, no I don't wear a black robe and no I don't actually kill people.
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Lark, as a death angel, never gets to see more than the final few minutes of a person's life before guiding their spirit to the afterlife.
But what happens when, as their last wish, Lark is asked to watch over troublemaker Rocky Evans as his Guardian Angel?
Will Lark discover the truth of why some angels never return from their Guardian Angel duties?