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In the dim glow of the parlour, Eleanor clutched the back of her armchair, her knuckles white.

Emma took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady the tremble in her knees. Her heart raced like a trapped

At ninety years old, I dressed as a poor old man and walked into my own supermarketwhat happened next

“Listen, Mum, most of my mates have had help from their parents with a place to live,”

**Who Needs You Anyway** “Max, please, just let me go… We tried to build a life together

**Diary Entry** By the age of sixty-nine, it dawned on me: the cruelest lie is when your own children

**Archibald Our Angel** *”And I crowned thee Gave thee to none Loved thee as best I could And kissed

**”Tell My Fortune, Gran”** “Whats got you so down, love? Something wrong?”

Sophie took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady the nervous tremor running through her knees.

“Shh… do you hear that rustling?” came the alarmed whispers as passersby approached