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“Your place is at my feet, servant!” the mother-in-law would say. After her stroke, I hired
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**Diary Entry 9th March** *”Your times up,” he said, nodding towards the door.* “
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Margaret Hughes shuffled back from the supermarket, climbing the narrow stairs to the fourthfloor flat
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У моих родителей сейчас такая любовь, о которой большинство людей только мечтает. Не яркая, не громкая








