The Champion Who Picked a Date to Die
DIEST, Belgium – Champagne flutes were hastily unpacked from boxes, filled to their brims and passed around the room. Dozens of people stood around inside Marieke Vervoort’s cramped apartment, unsure of what to say or do. This was a celebration, Vervoort had assured her guests. But it did not feel like one.
You can fool yourself into thinking you’re fooling everyone else.
Reality hits hard!
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