Mein Roadtrip ins Jenseits
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Müsste ich mein jetziges Leben in knappen zwei Sätzen zusammenfassen, dann hieße das so: Tollpatschige, durchgeknallte Achtzehn- jährige lässt ihr normalo Leben hinter sich und fährt mit uralter Schrottkarre planlos über Autobahn, auf der Suche nach einem Lebensziel. In ihrem Rucksack hat sie zweitausend Euro Bargeld, ein Baguette, ihr Abizeugniss und eine Flasche Wasser.
Ich bin Avery, und das ist seit neustem mein Leben!
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