COLD turkey wasn’t at all photogenic, Liam thought in dismay. And yet photos of cold turkey were going to be all he would be able to post on his social media this year again, while his friends shared

I stood by the kitchen window; phone pressed to my ear. Outside, frost shimmered across the lawn, and the weak winter sun filtered through the trees. “So, what do you think?” I said to Phoebe. “A post

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HAVE you seen the latest from Down Under?” Kelly wandered into the kitchen one Tuesday morning, hair all over the place and eyes still full of sleep. Lynne glanced up from her notebook, where she was

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Laura was fed up of being taken for granted and had a plan to change things