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I wait. I wait for the birth pangs, I wait for the mourning. But both are slow in coming

The ornate border and printed calligraphy told her this was a marriage certificate. Her parents,’ she assumed

I kept those words in a special place, as a sign of a prophecy that would hopefully come true

It’s time to make sense of a single’s expenses

Eight thirty. It was really too late to start putting up a dough

“So, you’d rather keep others waiting than admit you’re running late?” My husband was appalled