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After I died, I worked heaven for a decade and finally earned a chance to live again. I immediately submitted my preference form to the head angel. I said, "As we agreed before, I'm fine with being a wealthy heiress or an only daughter. I accept reassignment." The angel shook his head. "That was before. Now you can only be a chicken." Ignoring the other angels around us, I exploded in anger and swept a stack of reports onto the floor. I yelled, "I worked up here in heaven for a decade and handled countless problems for you. And now you're going back on our deal?" The angel looked rather guilty. "It's not my fault. Your son developed bipolar disorder. In the future, he killed without restraint." Without hesitation, I grabbed him and forced him to send be back to Earth again. I muttered furiously, "Dylan McCan, that bastard, not only caused my son's illness but also caused me to end up as a chicken. I'm going back right now to see what that widower did."