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Dad, give me your flatyouve already lived enough. With those words, his daughter slammed the doorHe had

Dad, give me your flat youve already lived enough. With those words, his daughter slammed the door.

Unexpected visit and the blow of a prohibited truthI showed up at my daughter’s house without warning

Очередь на детство В новом микрорайоне под Москвой жизнь только начинала обретать свой ритм.

“You’ll disappear and he’ll think of me straight away,” she muttered under her breath.

Youre not the mistressyoure the servant. Eleanor, dear, just a little more of this splendid ladys salad

Transparent entries In the terraced house on the corner of Willow Street, where the front door had been

**Внучка моя** Грязнуля какая-то косички растрёпанные, форма мятая, воротничок криво пришит.

You’re not the lady of the houseyoure the servant, says Aunt Maud, sweetvoiced as jam but cutting

I returned home one evening to find Eleanor setting the table in the dining room, the kettle humming