How It Really Went
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You may have your own religion or belief of how heaven works, but let me tell you, the real angels are the angst-y teens doing half pipes off constellations and spitting out chewed gum that sticks galaxies together. Follow the story of Bea, and her assigned angel Chris, as she learns how to be dead, and to finally come alive. I will most likely be uploading 2 chapters every two days, or whenever my creativity sneaks up and slaps me across the face (which happens quite often)
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