Malene Huse Eikrem
She watched him from afar most of her life. Even in the beginning when they were so very close, he still seemed far away, as if from a different world. As children, she saw him as her weird best friend from the house on the hill, who brought a whole loaf of bread to their picnic and drank milk right from the carton, a stranger to the neatly packed lunch her own mum would make for her…
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