My son will continue to live in this apartment, but you, get out!»—the mother-in-law decided she had the right to dispose of my property.
Marina stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her hair. She wanted to look decent. Colleagues at work had long joked that she just waved her hand at herself. That wasn’t true. It was just that in the past few months she had neither time, energy, nor desire to take care of herself. Sergey lay […]
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