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I Was My Family’s Free Housekeeper Until I Went Abroad for Business on My Birthday Anniversary
I have been the unpaid housekeeper for my family for twentysix years, until I finally decide to leave
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04
You Know, Tanya, to Look This Fabulous and Dressed in Gold, I Wake Up Every Day at 5 AM to Milk the Cows, Feed the Calves, and Distribute the Feed Before Getting Ready for My Main Job, So There’s Certainly No Reason for Jealousy Here!
You know, Tilly, to look all glitzy in gold Ive got to be up at five every morning. Im already milking
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010
No Longer a Son
Harry kept dialing his mothers number over and over, only to hear the same cold message: This number
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0927
Since You’re Not Working, You’ll Be Cooking For Us!” Declared the Brother’s Sister-in-Law as She Walked Through the Door.
Since youre not working, youll be cooking for us, my sisterinlaw blurted out the moment she stepped over
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Сын выбрал невесту из богатой семьи, а о матери забыл навсегда
Алексей выбирает богатую невесту и забывает о маме Алексей, ты опять забыл перезвонить! Я ждала весь вечер!
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03
— How inappropriate this anniversary of theirs is, — she remarked. — They found time to celebrate, and in the village too!
Isnt this anniversary completely illtimed? she says, shaking her head. They find a moment to celebrate
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050
She Packed His Suitcases and for the First Time in a Decade, Felt Truly Free
Mabel Hall shoved her suitcase into the hallway and, for the first time in ten years, felt a flicker
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0285
Сын выбрал богатую невесту и забыл о матери, как будто её и не было
Сын выбрал богатую невесту, а про мать решил забыть Андрей, ты опять не перезвонил! Я весь вечер томилась!
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The Woman and the Ghost in the Garden
Poppy Morgan freezes, tiny, elegant garden forks clutched in her hands, her fingers involuntarily slackening
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07
We Instantly Detested Her the Moment She Crossed the Threshold of Our Home
We hated her the instant she crossed the threshold of our cottage in a mistshrouded lane outside Oxford.