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Last published Thu, Jul 11, 2019
Was tust du, wenn du den Sinn deines Lebens verloren hast? Wenn du alles, worum sich dein Leben bisher gedreht hat, verloren hast? Diese Frage stellt sich Jana gerade. Der Mittelpunkt ihres Lebens war bisher ihr Freund David. Doch diesen Mittelpunkt hat sie jetzt verloren. Und nicht nur das. Sie hat ihr ganzes altes Leben zerstört und viele Fehler begangen. Vor allem wegen David. Wird sie es schaffen wieder auf den richtigen Weg zu gelangen? Oder wird sie am Ende doch wieder schwach und zu David zurückkehren?
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