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The chimes of the Celestial gates ring as Gabe finds himself amongst the Seraphim and looks down to the world of men to ponder what was his mortal existence.
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| It is hard to believe we died. Both of us were too young to die. Life is simply too fragile. | |
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| True, we were cut down in our prime, yet here we are, in the eternal bliss of Heaven. Don't grieve the passing of your mortal shell, instead celebrate your newfound immortality! | |
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Gabe heaves a heavy hearted sigh but Squirrel is not yet finished pontificating the virtues of the Higher Planes
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| You have been freed of the flesh. No longer are you slave to its pains, its demands, the wracking necessities of life that kept you from your dreams. You will want for nothing, & know everything. | |
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With a resolute sigh, Gabe turns his eyes towards the Light of Creation
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| Perhaps you are right, maybe I am being too morose considering where we could have ended up. Yet somehow I still feel cheated of Life.... | |
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| At least they let you keep your pacman shirt. | |
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