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My mother hails from Cornwall, from the village of Bluehill to be precise. I was always very close to

**A Holiday for Happiness** We spend all year dreaming of our holiday, preparing for it, hoping we’ll

My mother is from Cornwall, the village of Blue Hill to be exact. I’ve always been close to my grandad

My mum’s from Cornwall, from a little village called Blue Hill to be exact. I was always really close

If Not for You… Emily and Sophie had been friends since childhood, attending the same nursery and

For My Sake… Margaret pressed the iron steadily across the board, sweat trickling down her temples and spine.

**Uncle Paul, or Life Goes On…** I sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall.

From the very first day at university, two girls caught each other’s eye. Both pretty, with an

**Diary Entry – Dr. Edward Whitmore** “How old are you?” I fixed my gaze on Eva’s striking face across the desk.

The rain lashed against her face, stinging her eyes. Olivia trudged forward, longing to be home.