when you're not stuck outside in it

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“What’s heaven’s policy on welcome mats? Maybe a wind chime? A little decoration for the outside?” you asked, when your angel had stopped in front of your white door. He looked at you, head tilted a bit.

“No one’s ever asked me that before,” he said. You couldn’t help but smile at the perplexed look his face held.

“Huh. Guess that makes me an innovator.”

“Anyway,” he said, opening your door for you. “This is where I leave you. Have a nice afterlife.”

“What about visiting other doors? Other heavens?”

“You’re not allowed out of your own,” he replied. “If you try leaving, I’ll be forced to come find you and bring you back.”

“Well,” you said with a grin as you stepped inside. “Then this probably isn’t goodbye after all, blue eyes.”

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