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Dolan, my angel written @ 12:28 AM on April 27, 2003 Meet Dolan. He's one of those dark-haired, blue-eyed warrior angels that are quite content to hover just above the ground when he sees fit. It's a comfort zone for him. He prefers archery, horseback riding when available, and thinks out of all the mortal charges he has had, I'm one of the craziest. But that's okay by him-- I was a special assignment, as I understand it. That's why he's a warrior angel. I call him Dolan because he's not exactly allowed to tell me his real name-- I probably wouldn't get it anyway-- but ever since I started detecting his presence, beginning last night actually, I've been more acutely aware of the world that is not exactly belonging to mortals. Just ask Christine about that episode with the money-grubbing earthbound spirit I toiled with last night quite by accident. In essence, the psychic wall that I've had since good ol' Ronnie came along sophmore year is beginning to crumble, and the past two days-- as far as everyday living goes-- has been, well, interesting. Dolan tends to ride in the backseat when I drive; he sat through this afternoon's performance of my play, and stood in the doorway of my friend Jesse's apartment while we had pizza and watched "The Newsies" (a show that ought to have a stage version, by the way). In any case, I'm trying to get used to the idea that there is someone constantly in the room beside myself now. It's... odd. I sense other things moving around on the floor above me, but I'm too tired to concentrate. It's time for bed.
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