It spread its wings, the angel, it's white, feathered wings, "you are my charge." It had said, I think it was a she, but I couldn't be sure. It's charge, what had it meant by that?
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Take my hand, and come along. Be my friend, and sing along. Betray me, and die.
The motto He taught. He being my father, Sir Marcel, my idiot father. Towns embarrassment. My idol of shame.
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Slugging hard, day and night. A slave. In the rain, in the sun, in the sea, on the land. A slave to the end. A slave to man.
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The rain pouring in torrents. Hard, fast. And unforgiving.
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Yup, I'm not great at the moment, or as in text talk, which I only found out recently is atm.
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