Pod maską
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17- letnia Dorota przez swoją wrażliwość i słabe warunki finansowe jest wyśmiewana. Kiedy dowiaduje się o gangu ,,Graffiti" postanawia do niego dołączyć i pokazać wszystkim, że ona również potrafi być twarda... Jednak zasady panujące w gangu są zaskakująco dziwne. Czy ludzie, którzy skrywają się pod maskami mają swoje przeżycia i problemy? Może to właśnie oni odkryją sekret Doroty?
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