Nailed and Screwed
"What do you mean, my father told you? Why wouldn't he just tell me?" Marisol asked Branson, obviously annoyed. "I don't completely understand myself. I just know that I woke up in a garden. It was massive and peaceful and at first I thought I was alone, but then they appeared." His face looked awed. "Angels. So many of them. Well, forty to be exact." Scott nodded. "Forty is a biblical number, so that makes sense." Scott chimed in. "They said they were the representatives of God. They each had different purposes in the grand scheme of things and they are the direct line to God himself." He paused for a moment. "God is with us. He's asked us to change our mission." We were all silent for a moment. I mean, we knew God was real because my father was trying to destroy
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