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You sang to yourself openly as you made your way down the streets of London, by the Thames, in the direction of the newly constructed bridge. You didn’t mind who heard, as you’d been told many times you had a wonderful singing voice, and if you could lighten the mood of the people who heard you even a little then that made you happy. Well, that made the angel part of your personality happy. The demon side of your personality was currently the mental equivalent of sulking in the corner and glaring daggers at everybody who dared come near. It could be confusing with two separate personalities in your head. Two conflicting sets o