This year we had a routine operation to normalize the life of the baby Robbe. Maar door a medical fout liep the vreselijk mis. Vandaag is Robbe and a boy who never can pray, who can never stand, who can never stand alone, and in the mental language of a baby heeft. “Plots went, this week, the telephone. That one had an appointment, and the ambulance was on the way. I’m sure: I’ll have the same state style.”

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