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My sister started smoking at the end of March. Openly smoking, that is; she’d been charming cigarettes off the boys since she shrugged on he...

The first time I saw her, I was dressed as a giant mouse. She could have passed for any other member of the audience, except her face was wi...

 Martin had been interested in ancient places for as long as he could remember. Like many other children he had always been fascinated by hi...

  I shut the document, logged out of the database, closed the window, and deleted my history. I knew it was probably overkill, but I always ...