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Hey, so I’ve got this story I’ve tweaked to fit English culture—changed names, places, all that.

*Diary Entry* “Don’t worry, I won’t stay long. Just a week or so until I sort out my own place.

“Who is my father?” “Liz, shall we go to the cinema on Sunday?” “

**The Flat, or A Family’s Tale** Emily trudged home from school, her mind racing—how could she keep her

You know, there was this weird moment I had the other day… I’d just left work, and the air was biting

“Never Let You Go” “May I?” A young woman peeked through the slightly open office door.

*I Will Never Forget You* Lydia Thompson walked home in her unbuttoned wool coat, clutching a worn leather

— “You’ve got nothing to say.” Emily flung her hand toward the door, her voice trembling. “

The First Day “For me, have this child. You know I can’t have children…” The first day of

“I won’t let go. I won’t give you up to anyone.” “May I?”