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posed to with you, I'll never get to" Josie broke off and bit her lip. |
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"No, what? You won't get into heaven? What's he threatening you with? And since when does an archangel make threats?" |
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"You don't understand. I'm not supposed to distract you with my problems. Everything will work out for everyone if you'll just cooperate." |
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"Cooperate and fall in love? No way. I don't want any part of love. Go back to Raphael and get another assignment." D.J. turned off the water, jerked open the bathroom door, and went into her bedroom. She yanked a small suitcase from under the bed and threw clothes in pell-mell. She half expected Josie to continue the argument, but when she looked up the angel was no where in sight. |
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"Good, maybe she's gone back to her pain-in-the-butt archangel. She's got to make him see reason," D.J. muttered as she snapped her suitcase closed. |
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"D.J.?" McCall tapped on the door. "Who are you talking to?" |
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"No one," she called. "I'll be right out." |
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Between the two of them, they're going to drive me insane, she thought as she hoisted her suitcase off the bed and headed for the door. |
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That is, if I'm not already there. |
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Chris stared out the window, watching the panorama of colors inherent in a Wisconsin autumn pass them by. D.J. drove, headed northwest on Interstate 94. When he'd asked her where they were |
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