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“He knocks my door at one in the morning. Came drunk, cried, and feel terribly sorry for what he’s done. Tell everything he’s done. It’s about 3 years ago. But even I don’t want to remember any off it, I still can’t sleep. I still can’t breathe when he tells me every name who’s he has slept with when he’s with me. And I cry painfully when I know it all – even now I have my boy. And I shout BERENGSEK.”
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