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— Wie lange willst du das noch ertragen? hörte ich die Stimme meiner verstorbenen Oma, die mich

Diary 12October Its been seven years now that Eleanor and I have called the flat on Camden Street our home.

Do you still need me?James, please, let me go We tried to build a life together, but it fell apart.

En mis padres había aquel amor del que muchos sólo sueñan. No era brillante, ni ruidoso, ni ostentoso

Dear Diary, This morning I awoke on the cold stone floor of the cemetery, a thin cardboard blanket pressed

Das bist nicht meine Mutter!rief Liselotte, die fünfjährige Sturzkopf, während sie mit einem Plüschhasen

Evening was falling fast over the little market town of Willowbrook, as if someone had just dimmed the lights.

¿Y cuánto tiempo vas a seguir aguantando eso? repitió una vez más la voz de su difunta abuela, mientras

28 October Its been a strange week, and I feel the need to put it down on paper before it all swirls away.

My motherinlaw and fatherinlaw drop by, and I hint that they could take my daughter and her kids back