Pictures from the past
"I must've been fucking insane," I cussed, staring around the cavernous attic. "Why did I sign up for this?" "This" was cleaning out my deceased mother's house. Large, traditional, and draughty, she'd bequeathed it to me. But, being a city girl, I'd decided to sell this country dwelling.After a morning of hard graft, broken fingernails, and filling a gigantic skip, what used to be my former home, was now nothing more than a husk.Mum had disposed of most of the rubbish before she died. An...
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