Summary
Cvetka Sokolov: In the wrong story
And then it happened - my eyes watered, and a moment later I was overcome with uncontrollable crying. I scream at the top of my voice and bang my fists on the bed, where half a year ago the little girl started playing adult games. Plush toys start bouncing helplessly up and down on the colorful blanket; here and there some of them perished. The words with which he seduced me into allowing him to take photos run through my head.
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