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[404_leafclover]

[TODAY, in the Mess Hall, people who are seeking relief from the darkness outside may be approached by a small child with green hair.]

Um, excuse me! Are you a teacher?

[what do you do?]

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[midpoints]

[ sitting on a table all crouched up ]

. . .

[404_leafclover]

Are you an angel teacher?

[midpoints]

I don't teach anyone anything.

[404_leafclover]

Oh... then, are you an angel baker? An angel builder? An angel... jellymaker?

[midpoints]

I'm just an angel!

[404_leafclover]

I see! Do angels not have jobs, then?

[midpoints]

Being an angel is my job!

[404_leafclover]

It's a job? Then, could I be an angel when I grow up?

[midpoints]

No, but maybe when you die.

[404_leafclover]

Then, if I became an angel when I died, I could come back and see everyone, right?

[midpoints]

No.

[404_leafclover]

But... but can't I just fly back?

[midpoints]

They can't see you on Earth, so why bother going?

[404_leafclover]

But I can see you...

[midpoints]

[ shrugs ]

Camp is weird.

[404_leafclover]

It sure is...

So normally, people on Earth can't see you? How about aliens?