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At Our School, There Was a Girl — An Orphan
When I think back to the old village school where I once learned, there was an orphan girl who lived
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Cuando entré en el restaurante con una bata de felpa color zanahoria tierna y zapatillas de casa con pompones rosas, el camarero no podía creer que yo fuera la esposa del cumpleañero. Te lo juro, vi cómo le temblaba el ojo mientras intentaba averiguar: ¿estaba ante una loca o era algún tipo de broma?
Cuando entré en el restaurante con mi batín de felpa del color de una zanahoria joven y mis zapatillas
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To Ensure She’s Gone by Evening
I often think back to that bitter winter in a modest Manchester flat, when the house was full of tension
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A Girl Orphaned at Our School: Her Story
In my school theres a girl whos an orphan. She lives with her greatgrandmother, a very old and devout woman.
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I’ll Marry the One Who Will Bear Me a Son
Will I marry the one who gives me a son? And whats there to inherit, Mr. Sultan, so well all race to
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As I Stumbled Out of the Solicitor’s Office, My Legs Felt Weak; I Walked Down the Street in a Dream, Oblivious to the Sound of Cars and the Murmurs of the Crowd.
When I stepped out of the solicitors office on Oxford Street, my legs felt like they might buckle.
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The Grumpy Old Man Gave Me a Comb, and What Happened Next Changed My Life Forever.
The old curmudgeon handed me a comb, and what followed turned my world upsidedown. It sat on a shelf
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Ihre zweite Herbstzeit
Michael Hartmann schlenderte mit seiner geschnitzten Gehstock durch den alten Stadtpark, während der
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Lily felt her palms damp, as if the cold metal of the wheelchair was searing her skin.
Blythe feels the palms of her hands slick, as if the cold metal of her wheelchair sears her skin.
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Redescubriéndonos unos a otros
Rever la cara del otro como nunca antes Aquel día Víctor García volvía a casa antes de lo habitual.