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this is just a little divider, don't mind her.
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➔ The old man sighed as he ate
the last of his frosted donut.
His restaurant had slowed in
customers, as it was quite early
in the morning, and his wife
had taken over the shift at the
moment. He was sure he
wouldn't have to be getting
back to work for a while.
He sighed once again as
he had many ungrateful
people come in throughout
the day before. A specific
group, who say they are in a
book club, had caught his eye
especially. Nearly every time
they walked through that
door and asked for drinks and
their infamous cheesecake,
they all had something to
complain about. Who would
have thought that the exact
restaurant they happened to
come to, was owned and
watched by an old couple
who were in practice of black
magic. He called himself an
"angel" despite of what others
thought of him. Well. It was
time to get to work. Starting
with this group of people, and
the group of idols in which he
had kept an eye on as well.
He had eyes everywhere. It
wouldn't hurt to have a little
fun would it? Right. Is what the
old man thought as he recalled
the first name under his pile
of notes of ungrateful people.
Some people just needed a
reality check. I am helping
them be grateful. He thought.
Some just need a little help
realizing they are blessed.
A little love won't hurt either.
Or will it? He scratched his
head and got to work.
An angel he was, indeed.

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