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StoryDisappointing Utopian Paradise mcmanaman311 years 1 month ago
StoryEnvelopes mcmanaman111 years 2 months ago
StoryThe youngest Clive mcmanaman111 years 2 months ago
StoryThe barman has started wearing glasses mcmanaman211 years 2 months ago
StoryAnd there is handholding still mcmanaman111 years 2 months ago
StoryTheatre tickets for the postman mcmanaman111 years 3 months ago
StoryDoor to door karaoke mcmanaman111 years 5 months ago
StoryThe 2014 John Lewis Christmas advert mcmanaman311 years 5 months ago
StoryI expect God will be there mcmanaman711 years 6 months ago
StoryBeing single mcmanaman211 years 6 months ago
StoryYour handwriting mcmanaman411 years 6 months ago
StoryAsking for the bill mcmanaman111 years 6 months ago
StoryOn the platform mcmanaman011 years 6 months ago
StoryA supermarket just before closing mcmanaman111 years 6 months ago
StoryAnother baby mcmanaman011 years 6 months ago
StoryBalancing mcmanaman111 years 6 months ago
StoryBridges and Chimneys mcmanaman011 years 6 months ago
StoryA good time to fall in love mcmanaman311 years 6 months ago
StoryThis toughness mcmanaman111 years 6 months ago
CollectionBridges and Chimneys mcmanaman011 years 6 months ago
CollectionBridges and Chimneys mcmanaman011 years 6 months ago
StoryLittle Gangs mcmanaman011 years 6 months ago
StoryGiovanni's mcmanaman011 years 11 months ago
StoryPolice Interceptors mcmanaman111 years 11 months ago
StoryLimbo mcmanaman012 years 1 week ago

My stories

Cherry

The Inglorious Years

It took two years to even be vaguely sure She was in the right place, constantly not phoning her parents, I will do this on my own. Travelling alone...
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Cherry

Where was the tenderness lost

In our stripey t-shirts we say that although things are different now let’s always be here for each other and we both get in our waiting taxis that...
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Cherry

Post-jogging

With hills like this you’d be silly not to make yourself some playlists, put some headphones on and go running, or at least on fast walks that make...
Cherry

80

I'm happy to go at eighty. Two of my friends, both called Matthew died in their thirties and maybe if they hadn't shared a name it wouldn't have hit...
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Quentin and Roald

If Roald Dahl didn’t have a shed, Charlie would never have gone to the chocolate factory, Or maybe he would have gone there, somewhere, in his...

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