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Intro. Patrycja always waited for her mother at the gate. It was her little ritual — headphones in her ears, music too loud, the world a little further away than usual. That evening, nothing foreshadowed change. The car, which stopped a little further away, caused only a brief confusion. "Probably nothing like that," she thought. She didn't know yet that for some people she wasn't a person. She is just one of many. And for others, it is the beginning of a plan.

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