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Catherine is an Angel sent to watch over the humans. She is sent, along with two fellow Angels, to a small town in England. There, on the outskirts of London she learns the ways of humans and meets some interesting characters. Her wings are hidden from the human eye, but what happens when a half- human half- angel becomes her aquatints? Joe is a normal person. He thatchers roofs and posts videos on YouTube. His life was going quite swell till he meets a strange young girl from a strange background. When she enters his life, he's afraid to loose her. When her wings are revealed he learns new things about his own past. Will Joe and Catherine be able to make it through their struggles? Or will wings win in the end?
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