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**Molly and Her Mice** I keep this blog—a psychologist writing about herself. Weeks ago, I met a girl

**A Bouquet of Daisies in November** *Diary Entry* I tightened the belt of my dressing gown and wandered

**A Bouquet of Daisies in November** Emily tightened her robe and stepped to the window. Barely a leaf

Hannah walked home from school in high spirits. Today, the class had collected money for flowers and

“You know how he looks at you?” Her daughter said with a satisfied grin. “With love and admiration.

Millie smoothed her dress over her hips before the mirror, dabbed rosy lipstick onto her lips, then fluffed

Many winters past, on a bitter afternoon in London, a young lass named Eleanor hastened along High Street

Lottie walked home from school in high spirits. Today, the class had collected money for flowers and

**Diary Entry – December 12th** The snow had transformed the garden overnight. As I stepped outside

**A Home for the Sons** Edward was one of those men who could do anything. He built a house, fathered