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Sacha was curled up on the sofa, when Lacey knocked the door. He was wearing a pair of cotton pyjamas he’d found in a drawer. Like everything else, they were too big, but they had a tie-string waist so he was fairly sure they wouldn’t fall down whenever he stood up. “Come in.” Lacey had changed into sweat pants and t-shirt. She folded comfortably onto the sofa at his side. “What are you doing?” “Nothing. Watching the rain.” “I like watching rain, too. It always makes me l sleepy. Would you
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I'm glad that's cleared up for you. The issue I have with my stories sometimes, is that they write themselves and sometimes even I wonder where things came from. I was as surprised by the big house as anyone. I think my objective was to keep Sacha safe for as long as I needed him to be, and that's easier behind a high, well guarded wall. We don't have to worry about Ryland popping up.
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You aint seen nothing yet!!! Frank's really taken his eye off the ball. He's risen in the police force because of his dedication to his job, which means his lack of dedication to his kids. He's a nice man, an honest and kind man, but as a father he leaves a lot to be desired. He has pretty must lost control, especially of James. Wait until he gets back. Talk about fireworks!!!!
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You aint seen nothing yet!!! Frank's really taken his eye off the ball. He's risen in the police force because of his dedication to his job, which means his lack of dedication to his kids. He's a nice man, an honest and kind man, but as a father he leaves a lot to be desired. He has pretty must lost control, especially of James. Wait until he gets back. Talk about fireworks!!!!
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Sacha was late for dinner. It was quarter past eight, and he was panicking. He couldn’t remember where the dining room was, and got it wrong a couple of times. On the third attempt, he found himself in the kitchen. Just like everywhere else, it was enormous, and very modern, with an island in the middle. The work surfaces and floor were granite, and Sacha found the natural stone comforting. “Well, hello there,” Emma said, looking up from the saucepan she was stirring. “I thought you’d be in wi
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Thank you. It was lovely of you to say so. Writing is my passion and my love, and sharing it is an absolute pleasure, even more so when people are kind enough to drop me a few words which really make my day.
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Innit It's not all going to be sweetness and light, as you will no doubt find out. Don't quite know why they're so rich, but that's the way the story led me. Maybe because Sacha is safer behind high walls and I didn't have to worry about bad guys until I was ready
