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Silence

Silence

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WpMetadataNoticeLaatst gepubliceerd maa, apr. 27, 2020
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Rye has always lived in a world where silence is the best answer for everything. She lives in her head in a world she has made all hers. When a new kid comes to school he is intrigued by rye and wants to know her. He asks her questions but she gives him her best answer... Silence.
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