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Wellington
I’d already found the photo when I saw Bernd the next time. He was just back from New Zealand. He wasn’t surprised about all that with the photo. Bernd’s there, more and more. Judith thinks that one day he’ll go there for good. It doesn’t really matter where he makes his music. All he needs is a computer and a room. I don’t know what he likes more about being there than here. His front teeth are so worn down that you can see the marrow from the enamel. Maybe he just wants to be a long way away and not be disturbed. |
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