Abby
Post by On 14 May 2014
The night began with a phone call at 11.45, to come and help Mark* work out where he was staying and get him home.
    Abby
Post by On 14 May 2014
We found her sat on the toilet – shorts down, knickers down, slumped over and completely out of it.
    Abby
Post by On 14 May 2014
My Dad is a pastor, and I remember as a child, often seeing him work late into the night, preparing sermons, reading, praying, thinking.
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