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Emma had been standing in the queue for forty minutes. Four people ahead of her, six behind.

Saturday morning promised Julia a quiet day to herself. Max had left at dawn, and she had just poured

Vera closed the diary and set it aside. She had never written down what happened that day, but tonight

Dennis, who are they? Where did all these people come from? Christine’s voice trembled as she gripped

Years later, Christine would often recall that day – the sharp tang of pine, the taste of dust, and the

“I can’t keep living with an old‑timer,” she said, eyes fixed not on me but on the plate of meatballs.

“Emily can’t live with a pensioner any longer.” She said it while staring not at me but at the plate

“The sea’s cancelled,” Leonard said, eyes glued to his phone. “Mum’s on her way.” I stood in the bedroom

Dear Diary, “the sea is off,” Edward said, eyes glued to his phone. “Mum’s coming over.” I was standing









