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“Mum, what on earth have you done?” The daughters voice crackled through the phone. “
**Diary Entry** It happened last August, under a sky still clinging to summers warmth. The salty breeze
In the sprawling city of London, Edward Harrison was a man many knewa successful restaurateur with a
*”You Dont Owe Me Anything”* Son, think carefully before its too late! That boy is nothing like you.
A faint mew reached Roberts ears. Glancing down, he spotted a tiny kitten, its mother desperately shielding
A Longing for Freedom “Mum, someones at the doorcould you get it? My hands are full,”
I never thought Id fall in love at 62not the giddy, palm-sweating, cheek-blushing kind Id last felt at twenty.
“I wouldnt marry a man like that!” a little girl suddenly said to the bride outside the pub.
At the grave, a wealthy lady heard a homeless man ask, “Did you know my mother too?”