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1 November 2004
I’m writing to you from my "office" at the Grand Hotel, which I share with all the rest of the guests in the hotel. This eight-or-nine year old boy is always here, playing computer games and talking to himself. Where are his parents? I dunno.
"Widow on the Hill" is almost finished... exactly four days to go, and then it’s over. Funny how as soon as you start to get attached to these things, they just melt away. You don’t even see it coming. The character I’ve been playing is (...)