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Gillian stopped by the shop after work. She didn’t feel like cooking, but she had to feed Emily.

Happiness in the Palm of Her Hand Lauren studied her reflection in the mirror: an angular face, a long

Bad Shift Geoffrey didn’t just step out of the car—he practically oozed onto the pavement. Three routine

**A Twist of English Air** Lydia was a quiet and plain woman. Even her mother admitted that nature had

**Happiness in the Palm of My Hand** I stared at myself in the mirror—long face, sharp nose, thin lips

The hospital room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the bedside lamp barely touching the girl’s face.

Night calls always set my teeth on edge. Decent folk don’t ring at such an hour unless the world’s ending.

**The Failed Operation** Edward didn’t walk out of his car—he stumbled. Three routine surgeries, yet

Once, I dreamed of coming to you and saying I love you… Emily Whitmore placed the last marked workbook

The Fault of Italian Air Lydia was a plain and unremarkable woman. Even her mother admitted that nature