“Oh, no. Indeed he is not. Dark angels are not very attractive and you don’t get good vibrations from them. And they smell funny. This one, on the other hand, is quite beautiful and radiates loving vibrations. Did you notice the smell of flowers when you got close to him?”573Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGy19UII6jX
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“As a matter of fact, I did. How very strange,” Grace looked up into the balcony as she recalled the aroma of spring flowers.573Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2oZPpFCAoV
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“I came across him one afternoon when the Sun illuminated the alcove he hides in. He’s quite pleasant to look at. If he would only speak and tell us what troubles him. Are you sure you don’t want to have a go at him?”573Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNeLdEMPnsU
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“No, thanks, Morris. Perhaps another day. Besides, I have a train to catch. Nice talking with you. Good-bye.”573Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkZqMiRmODo
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“Good afternoon, my dear. And thank you for dropping by. Please come again.” Morris smiled as Grace moved to the front door. She opened the door and paused when she heard the little bell above the door, looked around, waved farewell to Morris, and glanced at the stairway leading up to the loft as she closed the door. An angel without wings. How quaint. She smiled when she remembered the beautiful aroma of flowers.573Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzdDB0If1R6
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During her train trip home, she could not get the idea of an angel hiding in a loft out of her head. She chuckled to herself at how bizarre the idea was. The thought of writing a story about the encounter did not escape her creative mind.573Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2fFMhitscQ
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By the next afternoon, she had all but forgotten the incident at the bookshop. A few days later she received a phone call from her publisher, requesting that she come into the city and sign some contracts.573Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1SJjAQJTcs
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She exited the train terminal on Jackson Boulevard and stopped short as she crossed the Canal Street Bridge. The Olde Book Shoppe she anticipated seeing was not there, just the blank wall of the parking structure. The ladies apparel shop across the street was still there but no bookshop. She stood a moment cognizing the situation, then moved quickly toward the Loop for her appointment.573Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz4C58Y8J7s
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