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Date: Sunday, 9 May 2010 01:59 (UTC)
Michael was going for a nice jog when he felt an incoming projectile. He reached up and caught the square that was aimed for his head. He could feel Uriel's mark on it with little touches from the other two angels in the Manor, and so he unfolded it as he kept running.

Michael, try not to get into too many fights. I'd say don't do anything I wouldn't do, but given the number of angels I've more or less slain I shall refrain; just remember the rules of the place.

He good-naturedly gaped at that. Oh Uriel, he thought fondly, lighten up, would you? You haven't Felled as many demons as I've smote, after all. And why does Gabriel get a nickname and I don't? I'm hurt. Oh well. Have fun on your new assignment. Say hi to Father for me; hopefully I'll be home soon too.

He threw the letter up into the air, where it dissipated back into the Presence. He, smiling, kept jogging.
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