I know I’m no angel but need help to finish. Where angels are nothing more than whispers, wearing leather jackets to hide their wings, looking like just another angel goin south for the winter, I can fit in. LoAngel of mercy I’m trying to write, as angels write, but devils must print. So there’s the rub. Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, so in heaven, an angel is nobody in particular, and even angels can be tempted. Please hear my plea, I overthought my destiny. I am an angel in disguise, not fearful or wise. I thought I could write a story here, but the length of the prompts is too severe. I must admit I am your angel and find myself unfit for the task. At least now you’ll see under my mask.
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OLWG#412- The Ad
The Bag Lady 
fun!
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