I saw Hans Mehr and Mehr after that. Eventually we became Friends and were doing the typical things teenage boys do when they hang out. schlagen, punsch each other in the shoulder and come up with pranks. Some pranks we carried out, others remained on the drawing board in our minds. The one thing I never forgot though, was Hanna. She would, at times slip from my mind, but then my fast-paced life at the camp would mellow down when night fell and thoughts would keep me awake at night. Most of those thoughts were on Hanna, but sometimes my mind would wander through the woods behind our camp. My thoughts...
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