The railroad meeting
-Meet me at the old railroad next to the green barn outside the village, said Beca.-Why there? asked Tom-I love the spot. It’s beautiful, sunny, with lots of flowers and
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-Meet me at the old railroad next to the green barn outside the village, said Beca.-Why there? asked Tom-I love the spot. It’s beautiful, sunny, with lots of flowers and
Maja arrived home sad and tired. Tom was worried. They just had buried her dad, and she was devastated. She had always been daddy’s girl. The one who followed his
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-What a beautiful day! -Just like fifty years ago, remember? -Of course, I remember Rob; it was our honeymoon! -Poor Eli. I had no money we couldn’t afford a trip
Here I’m alone, waiting for a bus under the bridge in the outskirts of Kyiv with the columns painted with the colors of our flag. Oleg took the picture when
-You’re gonna nail it, Kathy! Said Marcus. -Are you sure this is a good idea? answered her nervously. -You’re gonna have a job interview with the most significant publisher in
Maybe some of my followers are wondering what happened to me. I grew silent since January. No posts no photos. Nothing. The culprit: a brand new violin I received as
-Look at this room. What have you been doing? You’re like Attila the Hun! -Who’s Attila? -You kids don’t know any history? -A second, grandma. Mark worked at the speed
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