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Dear Diary, The lights above the frosted lanterns hummed softly, as if reassuring me that everything

**Дневник Татьяны** Кому ты нужна… “Миша, отпусти меня, пожалуйста… Мы пробовали строить

Hey love, you wont believe whats been on my mind lately. So, Victor closed his eyes and went back thirtyfive years.

Never go out, children And where have you been roaming? my mum asked, eyes widening as I trudged back

Max, how many times must I say it? Mum snapped her fingers on the kitchen table, the clack echoing through

28 октября. Сегодня вечером я сидел у окна своей квартиры в Москве, наблюдая, как октябрьский дождь превращает

Hey love, you wont believe the drama thats unfolded at the house. Emily popped the question this morning

Max, how long are you going to keep this up? his mother snapped, drumming her knuckles on the kitchen table.

The tale of the cursed When the timber snapped and the beams shattered, the blast of a mortar blew the

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