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She didnt argue. She simply walked out. The autumn morning was damp and grey. Emily Clarke was jolted

28March I sat at the kitchen table, watching Margaretmy motherinlawslice apples for an apple sponge cake

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The courtyard between four blocks of flats lives by its own rules. In May, when the grass under the windows

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Once upon a time, in a quiet corner of London, Eleanor sat stiffly on the sofa, her voice barely above

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