**Diary Entry** The rain that evening fell like the heavens had split apart. Not the gentle mist that
Life has a way of surprising us in the most unexpected moments, leaving us to wonder at the twists of fate.
В кресле сидела Ольга и смотрела на помаду. Не свою Она никогда не красила губы. Уж точно не такой ярко-алой.
Oh blimey, let me tell you what happened with my bloke, James, the absolute muppet. He swanned off on
Thanks to a Tiny Clue at the B&B, I Saw My Boyfriends True Colours I was all set to say I do until
“Look at yourself. Who could possibly want you at fifty-eight?” the man tossed over his shoulder
**Дневник. 11 июля.** Солнечный свет, как золотые нити, просачивался сквозь пыльные жалюзи, рассыпаясь
She dragged herself home from work near midnight, utterly drained, starving, and seething. How many times
*”You wont get anywhere in court!”* her ex-husband sneered, his laughter echoing down the
**A Grandmothers Refuge in the Storm** Many years ago, on a dreary afternoon in London, I sought shelter