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Emilia od dziecka zmaga się z brakiem zrozumienia. Zawsze była wyśmiewana, nazywana inną. Po 18 latach, dziewczyna postawiona przed obowiązkiem podejmowania ważnych wyborów pęka. Czuje, jak sypie jej się cały świat, jednak wszelka okazywana jej pomoc okazuje się bezowocna.
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