“That wasn’t very nice, was it?”
Meg looked up. There was a man standing outside her cell and he had a big smile on his face. He examined the ceiling.
“Who are you?” Meg demanded to know.
The man, who spoke with a British accent, raised one eyebrow. “Let me give te a little hint. I saved the two of te from Hell”
“Oh, you’re an angel” Meg detto dry.
“You’re welcome” the Angel said.
“Are te going to kill me?” Meg wanted to know.
“No”
“Are te here to mock me?” Meg asked a little annoyed.
“No” the Angel said, seeming to enjoy the situation. “Why don’t...
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