I was grieving when a face from the past appeared. But was it too late for me to find happiness again?

The mini digger we hired was bright yellow. It sounded like a bus and belched out black smoke. Phil, looking like he sat upon a child’s toy, aimed it down the garden after the hire company unloaded it

When it came to matchmaking, our beagles took the lead

When our world fell silent, we found a new way to communicate

I always felt like something was missing

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