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Dear diary, It was a chilly Tuesday when I found myself comforting my neighbour, Mrs. Whitaker, after
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**Дневник. 15 марта.** Жил в деревне мальчишка Егорка. Тащил он на санях сухую сосну, что упала у самого
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Ive always wished I were in my brothers shoesbut that changed sooner than I thought. Mum fell pregnant
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Hell live with us… The sharp, lingering chime of the doorbell announced a visitor. Lucy slipped








