“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 u a little hint. I saved the two of u from Hell”
“Oh, you’re an angel” Meg zei dry.
“You’re welcome” the angel said.
“Are u going to kill me?” Meg wanted to know.
“No”
“Are u 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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