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May 3rd Two years after the divorce I happened to cross paths with my exwife. In that brief encounter
Твоя мать, значит, и твоя ответственность! бросил он, но Алёна уже была на пределе. Она затянула пальцами
You loved your husband deeply, Roxane, and felt incredibly lucky to have him. Vincent was a caring, affectionate
I was pulling a mushroom gratin out of the oven Jamess favourite dish while the house hummed with the
Dear Diary, Two years after our divorce I happened to run into my exwife, Emily. Everything fell into
Your mother that makes it your duty! he shouted, but I was done with it. I buttoned my sons coat, clenching
Я стоял, словно статуя, у окна, в полусвете ночи, сквозь стекло видя мрачную Москву. В руке сжимал полупустой
It was the sort of thing that drifts in on the fog of sleep. The Whitfield family had been waiting for
Two years after our divorce, I run into my exwife on the street; everything becomes crystal clear, yet
It’s your mother so its your duty! he declared, yet she had had enough. Eleanor buttoned her son’








