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**Diary Entry** I sat in the armchair, staring at the lipstick. It wasnt mineI never wear lipstick.

James remembered that day as if it were yesterday. The bitter winter wind cut through his threadbare

My Mother-in-Law Humiliated Me at a Restaurant, and Ive Had Enough of Being Her Doormat Im Emily Carter

Anna married late, at twenty-five. Her husband wasnt exactly a total dud, but he wasnt the sort to make

Sunlight, like golden threads, spilled through the dusty blinds, painting bright patches across the kitchen table.

Arriving at the hospital to see her dying husband, a well-to-do woman tossed a few coins to a beggar

The air in the conference room at Whitcombe & Fairchild was the dull hue of over-steeped tea.

I Split My Sandwich with a Lonely Old Woman The Next Day She Knocked on My Door When Emily shared her

Once, a man wed a fortune, yet in the final breath of the ceremony, he fled. Why? Thomas Whitmore had

**Diary Entry** After twenty-five long years, I finally stood at my daughters weddingonly to be turned away.