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The twilight of an English November settled over the courtyard of a brick terrace, where John Whitaker

Emma, please, dont leave me! begged her sister, her voice shaking. I cant get little Jack on his feet

20September I never imagined, at twenty, the road my life would take. I was still a university student

**Diary Entry A Very Peculiar Sunday** Bloody hell, its barely six in the morning. «Eddie!

The new estate on the outskirts of Manchester was only just beginning to find its rhythm. Fresh plaster

My motherinlaw once said to me, Youre an orphan, you should be grateful my son took you in.

Ich erinnere mich noch gut an die Zeit, als das Leben in unserer kleinen Stadt an der Weser so scheinbar

After the Factory The summer heat clung to the town, though by evening the sun dipped behind the rows

The evening air hung heavy with the lingering warmth of summer, though the sun had dipped behind the

Zwei Freundinnen, zwei Schicksale Ich erinnere mich noch gut an die Zeit, als ich, Brigitte, mit schwerem