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**She Knows Best** There had been another girl before. Emily. The daughter of a friendthe one Margaret

No one remembered her when she was little, but the moment she started making money, suddenly her parents

Their mother left them at the orphanage right after New Years Day The girls cried. They had been home-raised

What About Me? Am I Just Extra? I cant do this anymore. Goodbye, Nicholas. I wrote the note without exclamation

**Diary Entry 14th May** *»Where are you off to so late, Oliver?»* Emily asked, watching her

The oppressive city air clung to Emily like a damp shroud the day the solicitors letter arrived.

**Tagebucheintrag** Maja, wie alt bist du eigentlich?, fragte der Vater leise. Mir kommt es vor, als