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“Mijn moeder is Papa Africa's derde vrouw. Dat mag van zijn geloof. Als zijn Egyptische vrouwen een minnaar nemen, slaat hij ze dood. Dat mag ook van zijn geloof.”

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Book:Dit is mijn moeder
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