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Boarding Pass For Heaven.


Rising towards the clouds, we pervaded them like they were perished angel wings of the dejected, shielding us from being able to make out glimmers of the rest of the universe.

Almost there, get your boarding passes ready,’ said the pilot amid his sermon.

The air hostesses collected our life vests and deflated them for the next flight. The sun was closing in.

I wondered whether they'd let me into heaven. I'd probably fail the security check with all of that sin woven into my skin.

Would I enter with the guy beside me? He wasn't the happiest of individuals; I couldn't be neighbours with him for eternity.

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