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Charlie always seems to radiate warmth.
Vaggi, being an angel, has golden ice flowing in her veins. Hell is almost too hot in comparison—it's muggy and sweaty and miserable, making her pinfeathers stick. Not like Charlie. No, Charlie is the sunshine. The unfeeling light that shines in Heaven doesn't hold a candle to Charlie Morningstar, because Charlie's warmth is real. It's true, like nothing Vaggi has ever known.
Charlie is an inferno placed in a loving hearth. Charlie is compassion and goofy laughter shared between friends and the gentle pressure of an undeserved hug.
Charlie is so, so warm.