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I love you, Cindy. I’ve loved from the first day I saw you. Not the day we met; I’d seen you before that, many times. I first saw you in t...

By Trevor Belshaw Harris sat hunched over the table, his damp grey hair sticking to his forehead. It was hot in the room; it had been a hot...

By Emma Lee I looked at the letter, stupefied. Milan, who’d met me on the way home from work, must’ve picked up my reaction. He came beh...