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Last published Sun, Jan 10, 2016
Verbaasd kijk ik mijn moeder aan terwijl de mij de envelop aanreikt. Ik kreeg nooit post. Waarom nu ineens wel? Ik leg mijn gitaar weg en pak de envelop aan.
'Er staat geen naam op. Alleen een adres. Ik denk dat hij voor jou is.' Met die woorden loopt ze mijn kamer weer uit. Ik frons en maak de envelop nieuwsgierig open. Meerdere velletjes papier vullen de envelop. Ik trek ze eruit en vouw ze open.
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