Full of Irish PROMISE
Mar 09, 2022
3 minutes
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Cold licked at her face and Lucy pulled her scarf tighter. It was one of those days when, despite the sun beaming its brilliance, her breath rose in white puffs. Unusual for March, really.
She grinned watching Mo, her floppy-eared spaniel, frolicking through the ice-tipped grass.
At least she was out of the house and getting some fresh air. She’d been feeling stressed from job-hunting and needed to let off some steam. Redundancy sucked.
Seeing another
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