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“Kan dere sitte her og late som om verden er den samme? Når bladene har hengt seg opp på trærne igjen, når regnet har trukket seg tilbake i skyene, når sola har splintret tåka, når det har gått et menneske gjennom skolegården og lagt gullstøv i grusen, kan dere bare sitte her og si at alt er som før?”

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Book:Mannen som elsket Yngve
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