Greta's pout intensifies. She doesn't like being told she's wrong, or that she's fragile, which is too close to just calling her a baby. Like he thinks she's small, and silly, and she's not. Besides, why should she believe him over the pictures and the priest and everyone else who's said things about angels?
"I don't believe you are an angel," she decides. "Maybe you've just got magic. That's not so strange." Well, it's a bit strange, but not as strange as being an angel.
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"I don't believe you are an angel," she decides. "Maybe you've just got magic. That's not so strange." Well, it's a bit strange, but not as strange as being an angel.