This is going to sound odd, but I’m afraid of angels.
Whenever I see one, I feel sorry for her.
Can you imagine wearing a heavy pair of wings all the time?
I couldn’t tolerate the burdensome weight on my back
…which doesn’t bode well for my future in the afterlife.
Speaking of which…
Problem is, I like warm weather.
Perhaps I’m fated to travel “south” after my demise.
Yep, these angels know I’m struggling to get into Heaven.
Perhaps I can bribe them with an extra piece of pie.
Which will work best?
Pumpkin? Or Apple?
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