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Between - Zwischen zwei Welten
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Ongoing, First published Jul 17, 2019
„Wie....wie konntest du...". Ich machte einen weiteren Schritt Rückwärts und rang nach Worten. Sein blick war so bohrend, dass ich erschauderte. Für einen kurzen Moment musterte ich meine Umgebung und stellte fest, dass uns niemand beobachtete. So als wären wir gar nicht da. So als wäre das gerade eben nicht passiert. Ich blickte zurück. Er verengte seine Augen zu Schlitze. 
 „Ich sage es zum letzten mal. Halt dich von uns fern!".
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