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2024-10-29 19:42:56Our past will never define our future.
"Anja, what taking you so long?" Yulian called from downstairs.
The past months had been really great and now I'm in my last week of stay with Yulian. I had no idea what was about to happen, how our goodbyes would turn out to be but one thing I was sure of, I have no interest in coming back home. The idea of living in the same house with my father a
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