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No, Mum, Im not coming back, Emma said, voice firm. Ill get everything I need from the shop.
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The rain lashed against the windows of a tiny flat in Manchester, mirroring the tempest in Charlottes heart.
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Vanishing would make him think of me straight away, she muttered, halflaughing, halfscowling.
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**Diary Entry 14th May** “Empty the flatIm getting married, and well be living here,”








