Rachael Gregory

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Date registered: January 3, 2013
URL: http://ladieshandbook.com

Latest posts

  1. Louise Peete — November 18, 2016
  2. Millie Weeks — November 5, 2016
  3. Winnie Judd — April 2, 2016
  4. Martha Rendell — February 12, 2016
  5. Mary Ann Britland — November 14, 2013

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  1. Leonarda Cianciulli — 9 comments
  2. Sharon Carr — 4 comments
  3. Mary Ann Britland — 2 comments
  4. Theresa Knorr — 2 comments
  5. Sanna Sillanpää — 2 comments

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Sanna Sillanpää

Sanna Sillanpää was an intelligent lady. By the time she reached the age of 30, Sanna had achieved a Masters Degree in Computer Science and was working as an IT expert in Helsinki, Finland. She lived alone in a suburb of Helsinki, keeping to herself and never causing any trouble. On a wintry Sunday, Sanna decided to practice her marksmanship down at the Helsinki Shooting Club.

Christa Lehmann

Christa loved a good funeral. They brought family and friends together, the food was always delicious and plentiful, and best of all, black was such a slimming color. It was a nice feeling, too, when the guest of honour at such an event wasn’t someone Christa had particularly cared much for.

Sharon Carr

Sharon Carr had a dream, just like every other 12-year-old does. But Sharon didn’t want to be an Olympic ice skater or a doctor or lawyer, nothing like that. Because that would be boring. No, Sharon’s dream was to become one of the youngest killers in Britain. Which she did, at the age of twelve.

Olga Hepnarová

Olga’s life started uneventfully enough. The daughter of a bank clerk father and dentist mother, there was nothing of note to set Olga apart from any of the other little girls living in Prague. Sure, she was a bit quiet, and didn’t mix well with others. Her parents assumed she was just reserved and didn’t really give her apparent social awkwardness much attention. Well, until she attempted suicide by swallowing a ton of medication at the age of 13.

Annette Washington

Sometimes there are days where you feel like nothing is going right. The roast gets burnt, a sudden downpour soaks the washing just as it was ready to be brought in off the line, it can be any little thing. And it can be that one little thing that makes a woman snap and throw the peg basket, just out of sheer frustration.

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