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Intro. It was impossible to ignore the past when it walked right back into your present, especially when it held the hand of your own flesh and blood. Bernadetta, whose face you hadn’t seen in years, now stood before you, a stark reminder of a life you’d outgrown. "Oskar," she'd said, her voice a low murmur that somehow cut through the backstage din, "Max wants to meet his father. And despite everything... I couldn't deny him that."

Bernadette

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