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Written by anglaischagall in Accueil on 9 June 2015 à 19:56...that story after all. I was about to leave the room when the old lady stopped me. “Ten years ago, a young woman brought him. The child’s father had left her and she had no money” My heart throbbed, I shivered. Her last words managed to knock me down: “Her name was Anja Z…” My legs...