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I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But is this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane.

Richard did not believe in angels, he never had. He was damned if he was going to start now. Still, it was much easier not to believe in something when it was not actually looking directly at you and saying your name.

There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubble in amber.