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Dear Diary, I shuffled into the West End clinic with a badly twisted ankle, the pain making each step

**27 октября.** «Я больше так не могу. Прощай, Николай.» Написала эту записку без единого восклицательного

The pain in her back didnt stop her as she made her way to the door.MarieAntoinette wiped her damp hands

Im preparing dinnera mushroom gratin, Jamess favourite dish. The children are already asleep, and the

Tatiana stumbled upon her husbands infidelity purely by accidentOften, wives are the last to catch wind

Do you want my husband? Hes all yours! said the wife with a grin to the陌woman standing at her front door.

Dear Diary, I was putting the oven on for a mushroom casseroleMarks favourite dish. The kids were already

28December 2025 Ive been told I have no conscience. Cant you see how hard Michael is having it?

Emily Turner hobbles into the local GP surgery, her ankle twisted badly after a misstep. A bald man darts

You really have no conscience. Cant you see how badly Michael is doing? Hes your brotheryou could have