The White Rose (Part 3)

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Chris couldn’t look into David’s eyes. He took the paper weight in his hand and started juggling it. His lips mumbled and his spectacle kept slipping down the bridge of his nose. Continue reading “The White Rose (Part 3)”


The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world!

A daughter, a sister, a wife and then a mother! And the loop continues. Its a never ending job, with promotions but with no pay. We women have been doing this for ages. And most importantly, we do it for free.

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