Meeting Jack was a pivotal moment for me. I was trembling with nerves, but he's just a sweet, smiley, wee boy who likes football.

Reading it was unbearable, as it reminded me how close we'd been.

She dressed as a goth, wore dark eye make-up and a long black coat, but was a neat, clean girl.

I can't touch the room now. I throw a duster over it occasionally, but it has to stay the same.

pivotal moment in history.

A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) oftener than anyone else in the world. She can jitter around, and stomp, and make funny noises that frazzle your nerves . . .