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Charlotte, are you home? Ian burst through the front door, his breath catching the moment he saw his

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Your mum can stay with us; your parents can remain in the village, I said, trying to sound reasonable.

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Do you know, Poppy, that to look like thisdressed in goldI wake every day at five oclock, milking the

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20October2025 Dear Diary, Today I watched Emily Clarke the spry lady whos been saving for years to buy