in the story, a newborn is placed in a mailbox. we know of no harm and the story itself is very casual. an angel tells us the job of an angel is to fly in front of the master when the master is nude. we try to hang on every word. the mailbox is the only mailbox in heaven. our questions turn our stomachs. some of us become hormonal and some of us identify pedophiles by future rote. we head home in a pack. a siren behind us wails a moment before being joined.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
in the story, a newborn is placed in a mailbox. we know of no harm and the story itself is very casual. an angel tells us the job of an angel is to fly in front of the master when the master is nude. we try to hang on every word. the mailbox is the only mailbox in heaven. our questions turn our stomachs. some of us become hormonal and some of us identify pedophiles by future rote. we head home in a pack. a siren behind us wails a moment before being joined.
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