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Friday morning, 5th February
The butcher's

Didn't 'ardly sleep none last night. Couldn't 'elp thinkin' 'bout 'ow Edmund looked when 'e stood up from the table. Like 'e was only just 'oldin' 'imself together.

There weren't nothin' in 'is face that said 'e was glad to 'ave found me, none at all. An' I wish I could put that from me, cos it ain't like I ain't used to people bein' disgusted or afraid, but -

Before we came to Excolo, thought I'd got used to it. Thought I'd accepted it, the way things were goin' t'be, an' I didn't like it, but - I knew 'ow to get on with it. An' then we came 'ere, an' I met Azrael. Never thought I'd fall in love. I know Faith thinks I've got all sorts of romantic ideas, but - I didn't, not really. Not as more than a sort of daydream, like imaginin' yer rich an' famous. Just like that.

Turned out to not be like what I expected, bein' in love. S'pose it can't be if you love an angel, an' you know you can't never 'ave 'im. An' then there was Edmund, who seemed just like - all those things I could've imagined fer myself, if I was like... other girls. An' I might never love 'im like I love Azrael, but I could love 'im, I think. An' it'd be somethin' real, not just a dream.

An' I think about what Management told us, after the Masked Ball.

We ain't seen Azrael since th' forgettin'. 'Ope 'e got our note. Sure 'e must've got 'is memories back like everyone else. S'pose the stuff with the thing from the tower must've made 'im want to lay low, stay quiet. I would've, if it was me.

Go on down into the town an' to the butcher's. Shop's quiet, an' I smile a bit when we come in.

"Mornin', Simon."

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