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," someone 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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