Fairy Princess
When I was five, it was just Daddy and me. He didn’t walk in the door with bags of sweets anymore. He had to pick
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When I was five, it was just Daddy and me. He didn’t walk in the door with bags of sweets anymore. He had to pick
‘How long?’ I breathed down the phone. ‘Weeks,’ Martin’s voice choked back. The day after, at four o’clock in the afternoon, I popped around to
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