Dear lovely readers,
We're pals, right? I hope so.
After all, that's why I'm writing this. You see, over the past few months there has been events happen in my life that people have... well, they've been struggling to accept. Just remember, there are two sides to every story.
And this is my side. The truth.
I want you to know what happened, why it happened and when it happened.
I've written 'happened' too much, it's starting to look weird....ANYWAY.
I needed someone to know the truth. I started writing these diaries as a form of emotional release when my whole life changed. Now, they are my evidence.
Please, lovely chums o'mine, read through at your leisure and decide for yourself once and for all.
Some call them far-fetched, others call them 'tall tales', but it's what really happened.
It's a story that involves a Prince, a moustached Spanish lady, a potato gun and a seagull named Jason.
Let the first of the 'tall tales' begin...
Love,
Daphne Monroe.
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The Tall Tales of Daphne Monroe
Teen FictionDaphne Monroe believed her life had taken a turn for the worst when her mother passed away three years ago. But she was wrong, as nothing could have prepared her for her father's mad decision to buy a run down old pub in some seaside village an hour...
