e11
E11 is heaven. Or it’s the postal code for heaven. Either way, it’s where all the good people go.
My grandma said she’s going to E11 when she dies. I told her I’ll be there too. She said I’m a good person.
I think E11 is heaven. My dog thinks it’s a park.
My teacher said E11 is heaven. I said I want to go there and never come back.