Buddy was furious.
Through force of will the soles of his small soul-feet made big echo-y noises in the great white halls. Childish? Maybe, but look at him; all he’d ever been was a child. The toddler spirit willed the door open without knocking and stomped into the Assignment Angel’s office.
“This has to stop. I demand to speak to someone in charge
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