My guardian angel is afraid of the dark. He
pretends he's not, sends me ahead, tells me he'll be
along in a moment. Pretty soon I can't see a thing.
"This must be the darkest corner of heaven," some-
one whispers behind my back. It turns out her
guardian angel is missing too. "It's an outrage,"
I tell her. "The dirty little cowards leaving us all
alone," she whispers. And of course, for all we
know, I might be a hundred years old already, and
she just a sleepy little girl with glasses.
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