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Marie Zwetsloot op woensdag 16 december 2009
I could only do this in Ecuador. The day before finals. Instead of studying, my host mother wants me to join the party she has organised for her friends. Candlelight, food, and lots and lots of wine.
I tell myself I can look through my notes after the dinner. I mean, till what time could it last? These ladies are more than fifty, sixty years old. Besides, what could possibly happen? I’ll get a bi...
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