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“Excuse me… may I have lunch with you?” asked the homeless girl to the millionaire.

“You don’t get to decide who lives here,” snapped the husband when his niece stayed over.

This isnt your celebration, snapped my daughter-in-law, eyeing my dress with disapproval. Lydia Whitmore

**Why Cyril No Longer Tells His Wife What He Wants for Dinner** This morning, as I left for work, I couldnt

**Diary Entry 10th October** *”He wanted to stay with me,”* my mother-in-law said, shutting

Can me and my new wife stay at your cottage? Weve got nowhere else, my ex asked. I said yes.

**Дневник. Записи о любви и потерях.** Чах пригласил Злату на ужин в элегантный итальянский ресторан.

**Personal Diary Entry** I sat at the kitchen table, stirring my tea absentmindedly. The rain tapped

We need fresh blood, the manager said, letting me go at 58. Little did he know, I was the undercover

Long ago, in a modest terraced house in Manchester, tensions simmered between a mother-in-law and her