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Ничего не изменилось Я вбежала в квартиру, будто солнце уже светило в душе. В руках коробка с бисквитом

It was one of those crisp September evenings when Ian finally got the keys to his longawaited flat in

When the timber snapped, the beams shattered and the whole structure tore apart, the blast of the shell

Dear Diary, I never meant for it to happen, but it did. This morning I set a plate of scrambled eggs

Nothing had changed I stepped into the flat in a buoyant mood, a box of cake cradled in my hands a cake

The banquet that night was the last I ever set before my kin. I still recall it as if the candles were

I woke up to a racket and saw my motherinlaw rummaging through my chest of drawers. Emily, enough already!

Emily set a plate of scrambled eggs on the table and sat opposite James. The morning sun filtered through

Victor Clarke shut his eyes. Thirtyfive years ago, Emily lay in a hospital ward, pale and exhausted.

The lamps beneath the frosted globes hummed softly, a quiet reminder that everything here moved at a