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  <title>properpolice</title>
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  <updated>2013-02-07T07:34:17Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-02-22:1515836:1487</id>
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    <title>Dear DI Drake</title>
    <published>2013-02-07T06:19:26Z</published>
    <updated>2013-02-07T06:19:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">The writing is neat and precise, it could fit in perfectly with any of the memos she distributed in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear &lt;s&gt;DI Drake&lt;/s&gt; Alex,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.  I meant to find you, maybe try to understand, now that we both know the truth.  Maybe try to figure out what to do with this third chance at life.  But I can't ignore it.  I know what happened to me, now, and it isn't something I can pretend didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for believing in me.  Even when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you and Guv are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand you a round, when you come and join us some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucked inside the envelope is Shaz's warrant card, circa 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=properpolice&amp;ditemid=1487" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2012-02-22:1515836:1126</id>
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    <title>Dear Guv</title>
    <published>2013-02-07T06:09:00Z</published>
    <updated>2013-02-07T07:34:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Her handwriting is neat as always, the paper as crisp and clean as any as she's dropped on his desk for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Guv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised that I would come to you, for anything, but this isn't really a problem, is it?  The biggest problem is I didn't leave a long time ago.  I'd already learned everything I needed to, but I was still here.  I can't ignore what I am, can't shake the thought that somewhere, there's a tombstone with my name on it.  I don't want to go, Guv, but I can't stay anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find the lads, make sure they're staying out of trouble.  Thank you, Guv, for everything.  I wouldn't have missed those three years in Fenchurch East for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WDC Sharon Granger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the envelope, tucked inside the letter, are the collar numbers, tiny shiny pieces of metal, of the beat copper that became part of Fenchurch East.  She won't need them where she's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=properpolice&amp;ditemid=1126" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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