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“Is That My Son?” Polly climbed the stairs to the second floor of the office, relieved not

The clock was ticking, a silent scream in her mind: *Run, before it’s too late…* Every girl dreams

Run, before it’s too late… All girls dream of grand, pure love—of dizzying passion and hearts

**Diary Entry: The Actress** I slumped onto the seat in the tube carriage, my heels aching.

Polly climbed the stairs to the second floor of the office, relieved not to run into any colleagues.

“Betrayal” “Sophie-ie-ie…” wailed Louise down the phone. “

**Diary Entry – A Tale of Heartbreak** “Oliviaaa…” Emily wailed into the phone. “

The Ring Box Lily and Oliver had been friends since primary school. They lived in the same block of flats

**Clever Timmy** Mum and Emily had been rowing for days. They’d wear themselves out, retreat to separate

James sat staring at his phone for what felt like an age. He’d put this off long enough. Finally, drawing