The Angel with no name…

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(A conversation in the darkness)

“I did good, right?”

“You didn’t have to. We would have fought the armies of Hell for you.”

“I know… but there’s enough going on.”

“You didn’t have to do this. You were meant to be.”

“Apparently not. Hey, there’s an reason for all of this. We just don’t know it yet.”

You inherited my uncanny ability of bad timing…
And my sense of self-sacrifice.
Off to the Heavens, my little warrior angel….

Daddy will always love you.

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