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**A Farmer’s Tale** I once knew a farmer. Just an ordinary bloke, not well-off by any means.

**Two Lattes** “Good evening, Margaret! The usual two lattes?” I asked with a smile, studying

Emily had finally had enough. She couldn’t understand why James had become so distant—had he fallen out of love?

**TWO LATTES** “Good evening, Margaret Elizabeth! The usual two lattes?” I asked with a smile

A small, delicate hand reaches through the chain-link fence, fingers stretching toward ripe strawberries.

Valerie had endured enough. She couldn’t fathom why James had grown so distant—had he fallen out of love?

A tiny hand wriggles through the gap in the garden fence, reaching for ripe strawberries. I pretend not

AN UNEXPECTED JOY At the university, none of her colleagues knew—or would have believed—that Margaret

AN UNEXPECTED JOY At the university, none of her colleagues knew—nor would have believed—that Professor

Family Strife, No Joy at Home “I hate him! He’s not my father! He can just leave—we’ll manage without