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**For Love** *Diary Entry* “Excuse me, miss, do you know where Suvorov Street is? I’ve been walking

So, there was this little parable about three women at a market stall selling apples. The first one sighed

**5th October 2023** This morning, like every morning, Oliver Whitmore woke at three. The streets of

Oliver lay on his back, the weight of Martha’s head nestled in the hollow of his collarbone.

**A Different Thompson…** James felt Emily’s fingers brush against his hand. “What?”

The Parable: “Three Views of the Same Situation” One day, three women stood at a market stall

“My grandmother never had a mobile, but she knew how to listen to me better than anyone…

James lay on his back, the weight of Emily’s head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. Her leg draped

The Flat When Julie and her husband moved into the building, an elderly couple already lived on the ground floor.

Another Smith… James felt Emily’s hand touch his. “What?” He opened his eyes. “Is it happening?