Angel Seer

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Walkin' down the street, two trash bags on his back. Filled to the brim with a palette of cans, tryin' to keep em from fallin' as he limps along. His name is Joe, he's lost his mind, still sane enough to know money counts. Doesn't mind the loneliness though, he's goin' off for food: hotdogs, chicken, an apple, or maybe some fries. Got tons of options once these bottles get turned in. Sun beats on his back but he don't mind, keeps him nice and warm as he treks the riverside. After a bit Joe stops to rub his eyes, wonderin' why there's two angels close by. He walks up quick, his bags teetering as boots squeak, coming up to greet them – not sure why. They talk for a while, they give him a drink, always listenin', then sayin' goodbye. Once they leave he feels empty, the angels went "poof". Shrugging Joe sighs, wonderin' if those angels are ever to be seen again, and when it'll be time for him to come with them.

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A/N: Joe exists. I met him. He thought my friend and I were angels, pleading us to take him with us.