Missing person files
- LECTURES 131
- Votes 4
- Chapitres 1
En cours d'écriture7m
Dernière publication jeu., févr. 15, 2018
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Dagelijks verdwijnen er mensen zonder ooit nog gevonden te worden. In deze boeken reeks wil ik de verhalen aan het licht brengen. Mijn verhalen zijn in het Engels, mocht er iets niet duidelijk zijn, kan je mij altijd een privé berichtje sturen!
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Every day there are people vanishing without a trace. In these series we will give their story an audience to keep them in our memories. Enjoy!
(Please, keep in mind that English isn't my first language).
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