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“Auch hier ist der Lack abgeplatzt. Ich lege die flache Hand auf die erstaunlich warme Holzoberfläche. Es fühlt sich an, als würde das Häuschen unter meiner Berührung zu atmen beginnen. »Hi.« Meine Stimme ist ganz rau. »Ich bin wieder da.«”

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