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Everyones invited to Mums birthday, except you, announced my sister in the family group chat. Enough, Mum!
Late call Dont invite them! Got that? Under no pretext! Its your birthday, love. Thirtyfive is a proper
Dear Diary, Tonight the old year is slipping away, and Im standing on the doorstep of my flat in a little
Ian stormed into the flat and stopped dead in the hallway, eyes fixed on his wife curled on the sofa
Мама будет жить с нами, а твои родители могут остаться в деревне, сказал Игорь. На что ты только выложила
Isnt it rather illtimed, their anniversary, Lucy remarked, to pick a day for celebration and then have
James, youve forgotten to call me back again! Ive been waiting all evening! Margaret Carter was standing