He threw his hands up in the air and walked off. “Nope.”
Getting out of the graveyard was easier going than getting into it had been, for one he was no longer moving at breakneck speed, for another he knew the way. “Nope!”
Angels were, shit, angels were shit. Angels were the kind of shit his mother had sung him songs about, her lips pressed against his head, her arms wrapped around him. He’d had a picture of a ‘guardian angel’ hung above his bed. A cherubic face with wings.
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He threw his hands up in the air and walked off. “Nope.”
Getting out of the graveyard was easier going than getting into it had been, for one he was no longer moving at breakneck speed, for another he knew the way. “Nope!”
Angels were, shit, angels were shit. Angels were the kind of shit his mother had sung him songs about, her lips pressed against his head, her arms wrapped around him. He’d had a picture of a ‘guardian angel’ hung above his bed. A cherubic face with wings.
Such utter shit.
“NOPE!”