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Your name is Emma and you're a twenty five year old widowed mother of one a boy named Joe who is five, your husband of seven years was a contractor but was killed in an industrial accident two years ago although the compensation you received set you up for life, the marriage was already on the rocks, but you remain single so as not to upset your late husband's family.
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Your name is Emma and you're a twenty five year old widowed mother of one a boy named Joe who is five, your husband of five years was a contractor but was killed in an industrial accident two years ago although the compensation you received set you up for life, the marriage was already on the rocks, but you remain single so as not to upset your late husband's family.
You've just dropped Joe off for his first full day at school and it wasn't easy the thought of going back to that big empty house sends a shiver down your spine, the other moms' around you slowly leave in their own little cliques eventually leaving you alone, you slowly wipe a tear from your eye before deciding what to do next.
You've just dropped Joe off for his first full day at school and it wasn't easy the thought of going back to that big empty house sends a shiver down your spine, the other moms' around you slowly leave in their own little cliques eventually leaving you alone, you slowly wipe a tear from your eye before deciding what to do next.

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Your name is Emma and you're a twenty five year old widowed mother of one a boy named Joe who is five, your husband of five years was a contractor but was killed in an industrial accident two years ago although the compensation you received set you up for life, the marriage was already on the rocks, but you remain single so as not to upset your late husband's family.

You've just dropped Joe off for his first full day at school and it wasn't easy the thought of going back to that big empty house sends a shiver down your spine, the other moms' around you slowly leave in their own little cliques eventually leaving you alone, you slowly wipe a tear from your eye before deciding what to do next.

Do you?

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