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Youve stolen my father from me! Get out! Leave my flat this instant! I wont allow you to hurt my daughter!

We were once a young couple in a modest terraced house on the outskirts of Manchester, and the memory

¡Hija, no pienses mal! susurró el anciano. No estoy sin techo. Me llamo Miguel Ángel. He venido a ver

«Dont interfere; thats my life,» Kate snapped, her voice edged with hurt. «You spend your

**Diary Entry A Ghostly Intervention** «Vic, Vic… wake up, you lazy sod! Bloody hell, you’

Monday, 8November I still cant shake the feeling of being caught in a ridiculous drama, the sort that

The waiting room of the solicitors office smells of stale coffee, although a June breeze still drifts

Dear Diary, Emily, why should we have a child? my wife asked one evening. Were perfectly happy as we are.

Se despertó al ruido y vio a la suegra revolviendo el cajón de su cómoda. ¡Mamá, basta ya! resonó la

«We dont need Grandma,» declared the grandchildren at their little family meeting. «