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“»Komm mit mir zurück nach Hause.« Max streichelte meinen Rücken. Nach Hause. Wo war das schon? Irgendwer hatte mein Herz mit einem Hammer zertrümmert. Ein Teil war in Bayern geblieben, ein weiterer war mit mir nach Köln gezogen, und etliche Splitter waren irgendwo auf dem Weg verloren gegangen.”

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