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Viktoria Klemko

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З життя45 хвилин ago

The Second Child Is a Son

The second child its a husband. No, it isnt a wife its a housekeeper, a cook dont get sidetracked. At...

З життя46 хвилин ago

Oh, my goodness… it smells absolutely delightful in here… I’m so tempted! Would you mind sharing one of those with me? I’ve never tasted anything like it before…, said the elderly lady, clutching the bag she had been carrying around town all day.

Mother how lovely the scent is around you Im aching for a bite! Might you spare me one of those?...

З життя2 години ago

If you manage to fix this engine, I’ll hand over my position to you,” chuckled the boss.

If you fix that engine, Ill give you my post, the manager bellowed, chuckling. Eleanor Harris, unlike the other staff,...

З життя2 години ago

Husband Runs Off to Italy with Another Woman: How Maria Built an Inspiring Life for Her Two Children on Her Own Will Leave You Speechless.

Ian bolted off to Spain with another woman, leaving Mary to pull together a life for her two kids all...

З життя3 години ago

The Tale of Jenya’s Best Mate

It was the end of September, and a mournful procession shuffled slowly past a grey stone coffin at the old...

З життя3 години ago

Claim Your Husband

13May Im still reeling from the parentteacher evening at StJohns Primary. MrsPatel called Tom in for a chat about his...

З життя3 години ago

Love or Enchantment

Youll wield great power, but remembereverything has a price. Thats why witches never catch a break in love, my grandmother...

З життя4 години ago

The Gift of Forgiveness

Hey love, let me tell you about Olivias story, just like Id chat over a cuppa. Olivia grew up in...

З життя4 години ago

Granddad, Look! — Lily Pressed Her Nose to the Window. — A Puppy!

Granddad, look! Gwen pressed her nose to the window. A dog! A mangy mutt scurried under the gate black, filthy,...

З життя5 години ago

The Kitchen’s Marble Floor Was Icy, Unyielding, and Stark. There, on that Cold Ground, Sat Mrs. Rosario, a 72-Year-Old Woman.

The kitchen floor was a slab of cold, hard marble, as unforgiving as a winter morning. There, on that icy...