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Saturday, August 29th; around midday

It's windy t'day, very windy, an' overcast. Sort o'day it makes sense t'stay inside, pull th'shutters o'the caravan tight t'stop 'em bangin', an' drink tea. But I ain't in th'mood fer that. Been feelin' restless, lately.

Faith an' I take a bit of a walk. Dunno if we want t'go into town. Wind whips our 'air, an' I 'ave t'old on tight to the shawl we's got wrapped round us both, fringe of it flutterin' in the breeze. We stop on th'bridge an' look over the water. Keeps on rushin' by, no matter what else 'appens. Sort o'like this, the way the wind blows an' the river keeps on goin'. Somethin' clean about it. Faith does 'er best to 'ave a fag, cuppin' the flame in the air, an' I jus' look out over the water.

Been near two weeks since slaughterman came t'see us. Nearly two weeks since Management... Well, since Management. 'Ad a lot of odd dreams since then. Some of 'em bad, real bad, nasty sweatin' shiverin' things. 'Ad some others that weren't bad. That name on me tongue. Azrael. 'Ave t'fight not t'say it out loud. Got real power to it, like nothin' I ever 'eard before. Feel like if we say it, though, the Tower might 'ear. Can't bear the thought o'that. Got t'keep the angel safe.

Can't believe an angel lives inside th'Slaughterman's 'ead. Don' make no sense. But I know it like I know Faith's me sister. It's a truth like th'turn o' the cards. When I turn 'em over, I get this sense o' rightness, an' it's like that wi' 'im. Azrael.

Tempted t'go to the library an' look 'im up. Don' know much about angels or the like. But... Dunno. Feel scared to, some'ow. Worried even jus' lookin' 'll do somethin' bad. An' part of me is worried if I find out more, it'll ruin it some'ow, that strange bright feeling I get when I think 'bout what I saw in th'cards an' what 've seen in me dreams. Bein' silly, probably. Maybe I should jus' talk t' Mr Klavec 'bout it a bit more. Feels a bit rude t'pry without 'is say-so.

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Saturday, August 29th; around midday

It's windy t'day, very windy, an' overcast. Sort o'day it makes sense t'stay inside, pull th'shutters o'the caravan tight t'stop 'em bangin', an' drink tea. But I ain't in th'mood fer that. Been feelin' restless, lately.

Faith an' I take a bit of a walk. Dunno if we want t'go into town. Wind whips our 'air, an' I 'ave t'old on tight to the shawl we's got wrapped round us both, fringe of it flutterin' in the breeze. We stop on th'bridge an' look over the water. Keeps on rushin' by, no matter what else 'appens. Sort o'like this, the way the wind blows an' the river keeps on goin'. Somethin' clean about it. Faith does 'er best to 'ave a fag, cuppin' the flame in the air, an' I jus' look out over the water.

Been near two weeks since slaughterman came t'see us. Nearly two weeks since Management... Well, since Management. 'Ad a lot of odd dreams since then. Some of 'em bad, real bad, nasty sweatin' shiverin' things. 'Ad some others that weren't bad. That name on me tongue. Azrael. 'Ave t'fight not t'say it out loud. Got real power to it, like nothin' I ever 'eard before. Feel like if we say it, though, the Tower might 'ear. Can't bear the thought o'that. Got t'keep the angel safe.

Can't believe an angel lives inside th'Slaughterman's 'ead. Don' make no sense. But I know it like I know Faith's me sister. It's a truth like th'turn o' the cards. When I turn 'em over, I get this sense o' rightness, an' it's like that wi' 'im. Azrael.

Tempted t'go to the library an' look 'im up. Don' know much about angels or the like. But... Dunno. Feel scared to, some'ow. Worried even jus' lookin' 'll do somethin' bad. An' part of me is worried if I find out more, it'll ruin it some'ow, that strange bright feeling I get when I think 'bout what I saw in th'cards an' what 've seen in me dreams. Bein' silly, probably. Maybe I should jus' talk t' Mr Klavec 'bout it a bit more. Feels a bit rude t'pry without 'is say-so.

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