she staggered behind one of the metal chairs and hid herself, afraid that something inside her would make her throw herself in front of the solid mass of the train.
real
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Time was a wave, almost cruel in its relentlessness as it whisked her life downstream
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Someone had to pay the hospital fees, someone had to act as her carer.
And she got by, as she always had done. Despite the scandal hanging over her, steadfastly refusing to disappear, she made sure that the shop kept running.
awhh bless her :(
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At the far end of the living room — cum — bedroom,
huh😧
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“Now don’t go making me out to be some kind of villain. Anyone can see that I’m the real victim here.”
DIE OHMYGOD
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The kind of woman whose goodness is oppressive.
HER SISTER CANT WIN EITHER OHMYGOD MEN ARE THE WORST
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I was beginning to get sick and tired of this stubborn “maternal affection.”
oh i actually hate this man hes so bitter fuck off
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in other words, I would once again have to live with this strange, frightening woman, the two of us in the same house. It was a prospect I found difficult to contemplate.