He was really in Heaven. This came as quite a surprise to him, since he hadn't exactly been a believer while he was still among the living. "We've had to lower our standards in the past century," Michael, one of the senior angels, had admitted to Derek shortly after his arrival. "Otherwise, we'd end up with embarrassingly few new admissions. It would be humiliating to have the other team end up with everybody."
"So I got in by default," Derek concluded.
Michael nodded. If angels could blush, he probably would have. But then, Michael didn't look much like an angel--at least he didn't look like the angels in books, statues and paintings. He was small--short and quite thin--with shaggy brown hair and a beard, granny glasses faded jeans, and a white T-shirt bearing the Nike slogan Just Do It.
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