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Spare Not the Son Born of Your Wife
**Diary Entry 16th May** I never thought Id write these words, but here we are. Annas fury was colder
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Your Time Is Up,” Said the Husband as He Pointed to the Door
“Your time’s up,” said her husband, pointing to the door. “That smell again!
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Sick Love: A Twisted Romance
**Sick Love** *”Do you really think that free spirit will stay married for long?”
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By the Broken Trough: A Tale of Lost Fortune and Shattered Dreams
From the Cracked Trough From childhood, Emily knew she was beautifuleveryone said so. “
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Your Time’s Up, Now It’s Our Turn
Listen, Mum, a lot of my mates had help from their parents with housing, said the grown-up son.
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The Art of Deception: A Masterful Illusion
The Illusion of Deception Working at the Royal Academy of Music, Emmeline had never cared for anything
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Holding a Grudge in Silence
**Holding a Grudge** After finishing school, Tilly graduated from medical college and returned to her
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Who Needs You Anyway
“Who Would Want You?” “Max, please, let me go… We tried to build a life together
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Tell My Fortune, Granny
**Diary Entry** *Thursday, 18th May* “Tell my fortune, Gran.” “Love, whatevers the matter?
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My Husband’s Child
In the dim glow of the parlour, Eleanor clutched the back of her armchair, her knuckles white.