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The Cuckoo Bird: Say The War Had Never Happened...

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'Keller gripped the back of her head tightly, watching her eyes fill with angry tears. "Do you think that there was ever a chance of a normal life for us?"
Anna was so taken aback, her breathing hastened. "When I arrived here?" she asked slowly.
"Or say the war had never happened," he said. "Say we met under normal circumstances. Could we have been happy?"
"I have no idea," she whispered.'
- The Cuckoo's Cage
 
The year is 1947, and in this alternate world, the war has never happened. Anna is 26 years old, living in Berlin with her mother, father and younger sister. She works at the Neues museum and has done all throughout her studies. She has just completed her PhD.
Seems nice, right?
Well, this is me. Nothing stays nice for very long.

Trigger warning for graphic sexual scenes, violence and sexual trauma.All Rights Reserved

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Die Amerikaner

// My jaw clenched as I glared at the pin. He stepped closer, and closer still until I had to look up at him. I forced myself to maintain eye contact despite the intense urge to look away. ''Accept this, Edith,'' he said in a low, stern voice. ''For both our sakes.'' // A love story set in Nazi Germany.