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**A Right Pig’s Dinner** *”Are you seriously saying that bloody dog matters more than your own children?

— Emily, there was a strange man bothering your little Grace on the playground. — Bothering her?

The kitchen was a battlefield, strewn with the debris of a long day. The moment Emily’s mother, Margaret

“Walking in His Footsteps” “Mick, what’s wrong with you? Look at this—English, a D

**Diary Entry** I didn’t want to go to Dad’s… Aunt Lucy said he doesn’t love me anymore. Oliver hugged

— Mrs. Thompson, there was a strange man bothering your Emily on the playground. — Bothering?

She Returned “Son…” “Please don’t call me that. My name is Andrew.”

The Encounter “Miss! Miss, wait! Oh, do stop!”—Olga turned and saw a young man in a cap running

One-Way Road “Maybe you’ll wash his underwear next? Socks, eh? He’s a grown man, for God’s sake!

She Returned — Son… — I’m not your son. Don’t call me that. My name is Andrew. — Andrew… Andy… Son!