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Victor Harper was fiftytwo, a man still in the bloom of his strength. Hed climbed the ladder at a respectable

Where have you been waddling off to? asked her mother, eyebrows lifting as Eleanor Parker shuffled back

28September2025 Dear Diary, My husband, a longhaul truck driver, returned from a delivery with a stranger in tow.

9марта, 2025г. Сегодня я нашёл в качелях, которые я подарил нашему сыну Игорю, странный шепотный звук.

13марта 2025г. Сегодня к дому приехал Андрей, мой муждальнобойщик, с «грузом», который оказался живой.

How could she fall so low? Little one, arent you ashamed? Your hands and feet are sound, why arent you working?

How can you sink so low? Little one, arent you ashamed? Your hands and feet are finewhy arent you working?

Dear Diary, Ive been looking after Thomas ever since his mother took the night shift at the factory.

Emma, listen. Mum needs help: the balcony windows have to be washedshe cant do it herself. And weve got

Mrs. Margaret Clarke kept an eye on her younger brother while their mother worked the night shift.