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Complete junior novel van het forum van dbthemovie.com :P GIGANTISCHE SPOILERS DUS!! Hoofdstuk 1 Spoiler: click to toggle Chapter One A drop of sweat worked its way past a pair of piercing blue eyes that burned with intensity. The bead of perspiration rolled from the boy's forehead down the tip of his nose. His eyes crossed as he watched the small drop of sweat. The droplet moved slowly at first, picking up speed as it finally fell from Goku's face and smashed with a small explosion into the dirt below. Goku was standing on two wires, usually used to hang laundry. The wires were high and strung tightly between two wooden poles. He was precariously balanced, one foot on each wire. Goku was trying to be very, very still. A small bug caught Goku's attention. It was crawling along the taut wire, inching toward his feet, but Goku was unwilling to move. This was his daily workout. He was learning the skills he'd need to survive: Balance. Power. Focus. And patience. "The first rule is there are no rules," an old man's voice warned. Goku has heard that warning before. He knew what it meant. And he was ready. Another drop of perspiration slid across his face. He was breathing heavily. Goku caught a glimpse of himself in a shadow. Soaked with sweat, and yet his hair was still standing straight up in spikes. There was nothing he could do about it. Water, sweat, even extra-strength holding gel - nothing in the world would make his hair lie flat. He wished he looked like the other kids at school. Their hair was all straight and neat and... "Don't worry about your hair," he chided himself. "Stay focused." "The first one to touch the ground loses," Gohan announced. Goku's grandfather might have been seventy years old, but he could still move like a kung fu expert. Looking up from where he was balanced, Goku stared deeply into his granfather's eyes. Gohan's eyes reflected the wisdom of his years. Gohan stood on the support pole for the laundry line. With the smallest of movements, he whipped his bow staff across his body. The rod moved faster and faster until the staff was nearly invisible. It was time. All of Goku's training thus far had led to this moment. The battle was beginning. It was him against his master. Goku didn't like to lose! Without another word, Gohan struck. Goku ducked, his feet perfectly balanced on the wires as he dodged the old man's blows. Goku used the wires under his feet as a spring board, leaping toward his grandfather. He was moving fast, just as he'd been taught. With a combination of kicks and punches, Goku had the old man weaving back and forth to avoid Goku's expert strikes. Goku bent backwards as Gohan jabbed him with his staff. He narrowly avoided a blow by somersaulting onto the laundry line support beams. Now it was his granfather's turn to be on the wires. Gohan flipped, flying backwards as Goku charged. With the ease of a master teacher, Gohan avoided Goku's punches easily, leaping back onto the supports on the opposite side. "Prepare to eat dirt," Gohan warned his grandson as he swung his bow staff in a mighty arc, sending Goku jumping back to the wires. He struggled to keep his balance. Leaping, dodging, and flipping, Goku continued to stay on the wire, but he knew he needed to take the lead in the battle. And soon. There! is eyes caught sight of that little bug he'd noticed before. It was barely clining to the taut wire. With a solid flip Goku landed, smacking the wire with his foot as he came down, sending the insect into the air. With a flick of his hand, Goku sent the insect flying directly into Gohan's mouth at the exact moment he lunged forward with his pole. Gohan choked, caught by surprise as he swallowed the small bug. And in that second, Goku found his opening. Gohan's bow staff slowed and Goku moved in for his final blow. Goku flipped. Using his legs like scissors, Goku caught the bow staff and tore it out of Gohan's grasp. He sent it flying into the soft soil of the vegetable garden below. Goke was certain tht he'd won the game. One last kick and his grandpa would fall to the garden, joining his staff in the dirt. Using the wires like a springboard, Goku bounced up into a powerful flying side-kick. But Gohan, more experienced, was prepared. With his arms and legs poised, he formed the Shadow Crane Strike. A single hand pushed out from his chest. The air rippled around them as the power from Gohan's Ki, his energy force, struck the flying boy. Goku was knocked out of the air. His grandfather never even touched him. Goku fell into the soft earth of the vegetable garden, head crushing against a melon. His grandfather leapt down from the laundry line and came over to help him up. "Shadow Crane Strike," Gohan said, as he reached over to dust the dirt off Goku. "You fell for it again." Goku wiped melon seeds from the side of his face. "It's not easy to block a move that I can't see." "Goku, you rely too much on your external senses." The old man shook his head. "to see, to hear, to touch. All overrated. True power comes from the inside." Gohan placed his aged, gnarled hand against Goku's chest. "Your Ki is your best defense and your greatest weapon." He tapped against Goku's heart, indicating his very center."Feel it here." Goku felt that fighting with Ki was just too difficult. He'd rather use his muscles. "Focus the power, " Gohan taught him. Goku humored his grandfather with a half-hearted attempt to use his Ki. Raising his hand, palm facing outward, he pushed forward, imitating Gohan. Nothing happened. Goku looked at Gohan. "See?" "To use your Ki," Gohan instructed, "you must not only be at one with yourself, but also your enemy. Choose a point of focus." Gohan pointed to a tree in the garden. "See that tree? The tree is your enemy." Goku sighed, closing his eyes. "Use your Ki. Channel the energy through you," Gohan instructed. He tried. He really did. But nothing happened. A breeze swept through the tree's leaves, but that was simply the wind. Not Goku's Ki. Goku opened his eyes. "Sorry, Grandpa. I didn't feel a thing." Goku shrugged. "Someday, Goku," Gohan said with a small nod. Goku laughed. "Yeah," he said. "Someday I'll beat you." Gohan grinned wildly. "Yes. It will something to tell your friends. Beating up on a seventy-year-old man." Goku stopped laughing and gave a sad smile. "What friends?" His mood turned sour. "Everyone at school treats me like I'm nothing, Grandpa. Less than nothing. The jocks, the brains, the rockers. I don't fit into any group." Gohan placed an arm around his grandson. "You're special, Goku." "No." Goku pulled out of his grandfather's grasp and stepped away. His cheeks were flushed red with anger. "I'm different. I know it. Everybody knows it." He kicked a rock. "Sometimes...they push me too far, I want to explode. I could tear them apart with one hand..." Concern showed in Gohan's eyes. "I don't train you to fight with boys." Tension grew in Goku. His voice rose when he asked, "Then why am I doing this?! You made me promise not to fight, okay...then..." He was on a roll now. "Teach me something I can use. Like how to get a girl. Teach me how to talk to them without stumbling all over myself. Teach me how to be normal." Gohan spoke in a calm and steady manner, leveling his eyes at the struggling boy. "Normal is also overrated. You have to have faith in who you are." Goku turned away from his grandfather. He felt like the old man didn't understand how hard it was for him to be different. Gohan tried to cheer him up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, wrapped package. "Happy eighteenth birthday. You think I forgot?" Goku relaxed, then smiled, turning back to the old man. His grandfather never forgot. Goku took the package and eagerly tore off the brown paper. Inside was a small ball. The surface was smooth, pearl-like, but with a milky translucence that gave it depth. Four stars appeared in his hand, curious as to what it meant. "Sushinchu is yours," Gohan told him. "What is it?" Goku asked. He was intrigued, but so far unimpressed. "It's a Dragon Ball," Gohan explained. "Sushinchu means four stars. In the entire world there are only six others. From one to seven stars. Besides you, Goku, it is my only treasure." "What does it do?" Goku continued to turn the ball over and over, searching for its meaning. "By itself, nothing," his grandfather said. "But together, it is said the seven Dragon Balls will grant the holder one perfect wish." Goku nodded. Sometimes he thought his grandfather was a little odd. This was one of those times. A Dragon Ball. Whatever. Gohan reached over to wrap Goku's hand around the Dragon Ball, conveying its importance. "Keep it safe. Always," Gohan said. It was not much directive as a warning. "Thanks, Grandpa." Goku slipped the Dragon Ball into his pocket. If it was important to his grandfather, he'd take care of the thing. "You're a man now!" Gohan cheered, lightening the mood. "After school tonight, you and me, we celebrate! I'll cook all your favorites!" Hoofdstuk 2 Spoiler: click to toggle Chapter 2 Goku weaved his scooter through the traffic in the school parking lot, looking for a space. His scooter had seen better days. It was beat up and barely drove, but it was the only transportation Goku had. There! Right in the front of the high school lot. The perfect spot. Goku pulled into the space ans just as he was flipping his kickstand down, the roar of another engine attracted his attention. A speedster was whipping around the parking lot, and the next thing Goku knew, the car, pulled into the exact same spot. Goku barely had time to dive out of the way. The speedster rolled right over his scooter and was now parked on top of Goku's ride. Carey Fuller stepped out of the car. Goku knew Fuller and didn't like anything about him. He acted like he owned the school. And the sorry part was that in many ways he did. Carey Fuller was popular in ways Goku only dreamed of. Fuller barely acknowledged Goku, who was still lying on the ground. "Hey, Fuller," Goku called out as he picked himself up. "You just wrecked my scooter." Goku had had enough of being run over, literally, by Carey Fuller and his pose. Fuller pretended not to hear Goku. He turned to one of his buddies, a big football player named Agunde. "Agundes," Fuller yelled out. "Did you fart? I thought I heard something." With a snicker, Agundes nodded toward Goku. "No man, the squeak you heard is coming from him." By then, a small crowd had gathered to see what was going on. At Agundes's remark, everyone started laughing. Everyone excpet Goku. His anger rose to the surface. "You're gonna pay fot that, Fuller," Goku warned. Just then, the school warning bell rang. Kids began leaving the parking lot, crowding like a herd of cattle into the school building. Goku didn't move. Fuller and his friends stayed too. Fuller pinned Goku with a threatening stare. "Make me pay, Geeko. I'll even give you a free shot." Goku's hand balled into a fit. He squeezed it tight, trembling in anger. He tried to hold back. "You started it," Fuller taunted Goku. "I'll end it. Come on, show me what you got." And with that Fuller pushed Goku, trying to prod him into action. Goku fought every extinct within himself in order to remain passive. After a few seconds, he looked away from Fuller, backing down from the confrontation. His jaw felt tight, his muscles tense. Carey Fuller simply sneered. "You lift one finger, Geeko, and I'll stomp you like a bug." From behind the circle of Fuller's buddies, a girl called out, "Carrey, I'm gonna be late for class." Fuller turned from Goku toward a beautiful, spunky girl standing and tapping her foot impatiently by the sidewalk. It was Chi Chi. Goku wished she hadn't seen him back down from the fight. He wished she had seen him act strong and macho. Maybe then she'd like him better than Carey Fuller. He was humiliated to act so weak in front of her. Fuller glared at Goku one last time and snarled, "There better not be a scratch on my car from your piece of junk scooter." And with that, he stepped away from Goku and wrapped his arm possessively around Chi-Chi's shoulders. They headed off to class together without a backwards glance. As they walked away, Goku couldn't help but notice that when Fuller leaned in toward Chi Chi for a kiss, she subtly turned away. Goku's anger at Fuller was intense. His rage touched the very depth of his soul. The school bell rang again and Goku was now completely alone in the parking lot. He bent down to retrieve his scooter, but it was stuck. Only one part of the handlebar was visible from underneath the roadster. Breathing deeply, Goku gathered his strength. He secured his grip on the car and lifted it a few inches off the ground. The screech of the car's alarm shocked Goku. But more, it was the flash from a camera built into the rear view mirror of the car that got him. Goku put the car back down. A mechanized voice rang out: "Intrusion Alert! Warning your image will be uploaded to local law enforcemnet agencies unless you step away from the vehicle immediately!" In frustration, Goku kicked Fuller's car, but the sound of the alarm and the constant snapping of photos was too much to bear. With a final sigh, Goku stepped away from the vehicle. He'd been defeated again. Mr. Kingery, Goku's sciene teacher, was in the middle of a lecture about the upcoming solar eclipse. The teacher stood a the front of the room, pointing to an image on a screen. "This is an astronomical phenomenon know as a complete solar eclipse," he droned. "In two weeks' time, we will all have the opportunity to experience this rare phenomenon ourselves. What causes eclipses?" Goku sank down in his chair, trying to become invisible. The only reason he went to this class was because Chi Chi was in it too. He stood his textbook up as a cover from the teacher and covertly stared at Chi Chi sitting two rows away. It always seemed that there was some sort of soft light surrounding her. While Goku stared at Chi Chi, a chubby know-it-all named Weaver answered Mr. Kingery question. Goku was so busy checking out Chi Chi, he barely heard Weaver's reply. "A solar eclipse is caused by the moon blocking the sun from the earth." Weaver was right. Of course. "Correct!" Mr. Kingery exclaimed. "From the dawn of civilization, superstitions have marked solar eclipses as the sign of the apocalypse." He went on, saying, "In India, the eclipse symbolizes Rahu, the demon of darkness, devouring the sun. The Chinese believe eclipses are caused by a dragon trying to swallow the sun. The eclipse marked the beginning of the end." Whatever else Mr. Kingery had to say was lost to oku as he began to daydream about Chi Chi sitting in a field of flowers, eating wild strawberries... SLAM! Mr. Kingery's wooden pointer crashed down on Goku's desktop, jolting him from his daydream. "Goku," Mr. Kingery addressed him. "What might our ancestors say about the upcoming solar eclipse?" Goku flipped through his textbook, desperate to find the right answer. He looked around the classroom, hopeful that someone, anyone, would help. No one would even meet his eyes. He was on his own. "Uh," Goku stammered, searching for the right answer. "My grandfather would say beware of the Nameks." Mr. Kingery looked puzzled. "Nameks?" he asked. "They're an alien race that almost destroyed Earth two thousand years ago--" Goku was suddenly aware that the entire class was looking at him like he was a freak. Mr. Kingery simply smiled. "Well," he said. "Let's hope it doesn't happen again." Everyone laughed. Goku's face flushed red with embarrassment. Would he ever fit in? Between classes, there was a mad rush of students going from one room to another. The students were allgrabbing books, papers, and pencils from their lockers which were opened with the swipe of an ID card in a card reader. Goku had just grabbed stuff for his next class and was about to head off when he noticed that Chi Chi was having trouble with the card reader on her locker. She repeatedly swiped her card, but the red light continued blinking. No green light would appear. Her friend Emi was shaking her head, as if she completely understood. "I hate those things," Emi said, poiting at Chi Chi's ID card. "They never work and," she held up her own card, "just look at my picture. Ugh." Even from where Goku was lurking around the corner he could see that Emi was right. The photo was horrible. Chi Chi hit the locker with her fit impatiently. "I've got a paper due next period and it's stuck in there." The class bell rang. Emi grabbed her books and slammed her own locker shut. She sympathetically mouthed "gotta go" before rushing off to class, leaving Chi Chi to deal with the stuck locker on her own. Chi Chi was now banging at her locker, desperate to get it open. Moving away from the safety of the shadows, Goku took a step forward, ready to help, but then he stopped. He was petrified. Goku took a deep breath then eased back away from Chi Chi. He continued to watch her struggle, wondering if he would find the courage to offer his help. Chi Chi was beyond frustrated. She pulled repeatedly on the handle, until she hurt her hand. She grumbled under her breath, shaking the pain away. Goku looked around at the now empty hallway, concentrating. He focused his energy in his chest just like his grandfather Gohan had shown him. Slowly, he raised his hand, palm out. Goku surprised himself. When he raised his hand slightly forward, the entire wall of lockers on Chi Chi's side of the hallway popped open. Contents from every locker tumbled out onto the floor. Goku was shocked that using his Ki actually worked! It didn't work perfectly but... Chi Chi turned, rotating quickly on one heel to see who had just opened all the lockers in the hall. She discovered Goku standing a ways away, his palm still raised, facing her. Uncertain what to do or say, Goku dropped his eyes from Chi Chi's penetrating stare and quickly began to walk away. "Stop!" Chi Chi called after him. He froze. "Hey...Goku, right?" Goku turned to face her and lifted his eyes to hers. "Did you do that?" Chi Chi asked, waving her hand across the hall indicating the open lockers. Goku had trouble finding his voice. "Uh...yeah, it was something my grandpa taught me." "You used your Ki." Chi Chi grinned at Goku and he felt his heart melt. "You know about Ki?" he asked, once he could get it together to speak. "Just because my name is Chi Chi doesn't make me a complete idiot," she responded with a laugh. Goku replied, "Right, there's lots more stupider names than Chi Chi...not that Chi Chi is stupid...I mean, it's not normal, but normal is overrated...not saying you're stupid or overrated..." He smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand and groaned. "I'm gonna stop talking now." Deciding to cut his losses, Goku turned and headed off toward his next class without another word. Chi Chi called after him again. "Hey," she said to his retreating form. "I'm having a party tonight at my house." Goku stopped in his tracks. He couldn't help but smile. "I'll be there." Hoofdstuk 3 Spoiler: click to toggle Gohan hummed as he prepared Goku's birthday dinner. He'd chopped fresh vegetables from their garden and was frying them in a gigantic wok. Blazing flames licked the side of the cast iron half-dome as he tossed marinated chicken feet into the mix. "I got chicken feet!" he announced to Goku, who was upstairs in his room. "Couldn't find good swallows tongue, but the squabs were fat. You want those with or without the heads?" No answer. Gohan opened the oven. "Mmmm," he sighed with pleasure as the scent of the golden brown roasting squabs filled the room. He'd left the heads attached, for now. Careful not to burn himself, Gohan picked up a particularly nasty-looking chicken foot and shoved it completely into his mouth, taste-testing his cooking. When he pulled the foot back out, only the bones remained. "Dinner's almost ready," he called up to Goku. "Five minutes!" Gohan continued to putter in the kitchen, clearly enjoying the preperations for his grandson's birthday meal. Upstairs, Goku slipped a brand new shirt over his head and tucked it into his pants. He was getting ready for Chi Chi's party. Looking in the mirror, he thought the outfit worked. The problem was, of course, his hair. Yep, like always, it was sticking straight up in spikes. Goku grabbed a bottle of extra-firm hair gel. He squeezed out a huge gob of the sticky stuff and plastered it on his hair, slicking it back. He admired his work in the mirror; his hair looked great. TANG! With a reverberating ping, like the popping of a spring, his hair sprang back up. He looked like he had porcupine spikes on his head. He'd have tried again, but he knew it was no use. Grabbing his wallet and throwing his school pants on the bed, Goku took one last peek in the mirror then was ready to take off. Just as he was about to leave, the gift from his grandfather, the Dragon Ball, slipped out of his discarded pants' pocket and rolled onto his covers. He saw the ball, and for a split second was unsure if he should leave it or take it with him. His grandfather had told him to keep it safe, so he snatched it up and after slipping it into his jacket pocket, climbed out his bedroom window and dropped two floors down to the ground outside. After one look at his grandfather through the dining room window, Goku pushed away any guilt he might have felt and hurried off into the night. In the kitchen, Gohan lit the last candle on Goku's birthday cake. He carried the cake into the dining room, saying, "Goku, happy birthday! Life is short, we eat dessert first!" But Goku was nowhere to be found. Gohan turned to the stairwell and called out, "Goku?" Holding the caked, Gohan stood alone in their country house. Puzzled, Eighteen candles silently burned for a boy who had disappeared without saying, "Goodbye." At Chi Chi McRobert's estate, the party was already in full swing when Goku arrived. Music blared as groups of kids moved through the gates into a courtyard. Goku sighed when he noticed Agundes and four other jocks outside the gate, leaning causually on Carey Fuller's sppedster. Goku steeled his courage and kept walking past them, toward the party. Agundes looked up, and catching sight of Goku, asked, "What are you doing here, Geeko?" He stepped in front of Goku. "Name's Goku. Just going to the party." Goku pressed forward, trying to step around Agundes, but Agundes's big football player pals spread out, ready for action. Goku's path was completely blocked. "I was invited," Goku told them. "I'm not looking for trouble." Agundes laughed."Trouble found you, freak. So turn around, walk way. And no one's ever gonna know you were here." Goku sighed and looked down at his feet. He might as well go back home. As he turned to leave, Agundes and his friends sneered smugly; they knew that they'd won again. Goku paused. "I'm not doing that anymore," he said as much to himself as to them. Turning back, Goku faced the bullies. "I made a promise I wouldn't fight," Goku told them. All he wanted was to walk past them into the party.Agundes had a different idea. "It's not gonna be a fight," he snarled. "It'll be a massacre." Agundes opened with a left jab. Goku's reflexes were so quick, it was almost impossible to see him move. He simply tilted his head three inches to avoid the punch. Agundes came back with a vicious punch. Again, Goku moved faster than Goku's fist. By shifting slightly, Goku ducked and Agundes missed him completely. Agundes's friends jumped into the action. A muscle-bound dude named Hillenbrand lunged at Goku, throwing punches as he led the others into the fight. Goku was surrounded, but not for long. He slipped out of the middle of their circle. He took down Hillenbrand with ease. Then he set his sights on Moreno who was coming to tackle him at the exact same moment that Butler was soaring toward him with a flying side-kick. Goku's eyes flashed brightly as he side-stepped just in time. A small push redirected Butler's flying side-kick straight into Moren's face. And a little tripping action sent Moreno straight into Butler's stomach. The two oversized bullies went down simulataneously. Palmer was next. He came toward Goku with a mean left-right combination Ducking and weaving, Goku backed up against a parked car. Palmer reared back, throwing everything into his final, killer punch. Goku was ready. Turning his body, Palmer's punch slipped by Goku, crashing into the window of the car. The glass cracked. Clutching his fist, Palmer yelled out. "That's got to hurt," Goku said as he moved away from Palmer and the splintered window. Goku had taken down four big jocks without a scratch on himself. Carey Fuller came out of the courtyard to see what all the noise was about. Chi Chi was right behind him. Fuller was beyond shocked to see his three friends flat out on the ground and Palmer holding his hand like it was broken. Goku approached Chi Chi. "Hello, Chi Chi," he said casually. "Thanks for inviting meto the party." Fuller looked at Chi Chi. He was obviously mad that she'd invited Goku. Goku couldn't help himself as he said to Fuller, "Your friends have been showing me what they got." He pointed at all four of them sprawled out. "Nothing." Face flushed red with anger, Fuller pulled away from Chi Chi and moved aggressively toward Goku. "You're dead." "No, Carey, stop!" Chi Chi's voice pierced the cool night air. Fuller glanced around, frantically looking for a weapon. He pulled a decorative iron rod from the nearby garden, and wielding it high over his head, made for Goku. Goku stepped away from Fuller, backing himself against Carey's prized speedster. Enraged, Fuller charged, swining the iron rod like a madman on fire. It was the most basic of moves. Goku barely broke a sweat. He simply turned, avoiding the iron rod and evading the attack. Fuller's rod connected with the speedster's side mirror, knocking it right off the car. "Close one," Goku taunted. After years of teasing, he had finally decided to face the bullies. His grandfather would probably be mad that Goku used his training ot fight, but for this moment, it felt really, really good to finally stand up for himself. To prove himself. "Try again," he teased. Fuller's car alarm went off again, making a siren's blare. This time the small camera on the rearview window was documenting Carey's every move. "Intrusion alert! Warning your image will be uploaded to local law enforcement agencies unless you step away from the vehicle immediately!" Fuller screamed in rage, raising the iron rod and swinging in wildly at Goku again. In a swift, seamless move, Goku ducked, causing Fuller to smash the front windshield of his own car. The camera flashed, freezing Fuller's image of rage and uploading it to the local poilce. "Nice swing," Goku commented casually. "Good form." Fuller whipped the rod in Gku's direction. Goku jumped on the hood, masterfully using the car as a shield. He rolled across the roof. Fuller followed, smashing at Goku with the rod, every swing from Fuller further damaging his car. The hood was dented. The side door was gashed. Windows cracked. Gasping for breath., Fuller looked over his once beautiful car, now a total wreck. He turned to Goku, hatred in his eyes. "You got a couple of dings here. Might try buffing it out." Goku smiled at Fuller. Something in Fuller's eyes made Goku uneasy. He noticed Fuller was looking over Goku's shoulder. Someone must be sneaking up behind him! Moreno and Fuller attacked at the exact same moment, both carrying matching iron garden rods. Moreno swung high. Fuller swung low. Goku had only a split second to react. Time seemed to freeze as Fuller's swing ramped toward him from one direction, Moren's from another. Within an instant, Goku was moving at a speed faster than either bully could attack. His body blurred as he jumped initiating a back flip. Fuller's rod missed Goku by mere inches. Moreno's rod soared over Goku's head, but he missed as Goku's body twisted in the air. Wihtout a scratch, Goku landed on the roof of Fuller's car. He stood back, safely out of the way, while Fuller and Moreno slammed into each other They both slumped to the ground in a groaning heap. Goku stood on top of Fuller's battered car, barely winded. He'd done it. He'd faced Fuller and his bullies and had won! A new feeling swelled up inside him, it was joy, pure joy. Chi Chi was staring up at him. Smiling. This was going to be a great birthday. The best one ever. Hoofdstuk 4 Spoiler: click to toggle Hoofdstuk 5 Spoiler: click to toggle
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