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Ah, so here we are again. Some numbers to start us off today;-

Words - 34,694

Characters (no spaces) - 150,506

Characters (with spaces) - 186,927

Paragraphs - 589

And so, what has been happening. I am becoming fearful that someone out there will not be too happy about the parts of this book that relate to her. I think she might get a bit pissed off and rip my balls off (although she might need longer arms than I suspect she has). I am having fun with her persona and I think Stuart is enjoying her company.

As for the story itself, it is now getting to the point where the material that leads to the ending is starting to develop.

Also, once again, I have written something that had me almost in tears (No, not cos it is badly written or the like) and is difficult for me to read again (ditto) without feeling my heart start to break. Some of the most emotional parts of this book are inspired by, but not necessarily about, my very recent past so the cuts are still visible to any one who cares to look.

Anyway, just about to start the nineteenth chapter.

Ciao Ceausescu...