Jane Doe
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Last published Thu, May 3, 2018
Eine geliebte Person verschwindet für mehrere Jahre, der Schmerz, die Ungewissheit und die Besessenheit davon, was passiert sein könne wird der einzige Identifikationspunkt für Dexter. Er wird zu dem Schmerz und dem Leid, das ihm widerfahren war und er lässt nicht locker, bis er herausgefunden hat, was mit seiner Geliebten passiert war.
Dies ist der Anfang der Geschichte. Lasst mich wissen, ob es sich lesen lässt :)
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