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  <title>Sander Beel's Stories</title>
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  <updated>2008-04-03T15:00:40Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">It was my ex-husband (part 2)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;(First read Prequel)&lt;br /&gt;But then he asked me if we could try again and start all over with a new relationship. I told him that I married Peter one month ago. Peter was an old friend of him. I saw him getting angry and I said that I had to go to the toilet for a moment. I stood up and at the same time he did. He grabbed my arm and hit me in the face. I fell on the ground and he jumped on me. I was lucky the ticket inspector came in and managed to get him off of me. At the next stopping-place, the police arrested him and he was put in a psychiatric hospital. Now my journey still had to start and I realized that I&#8217;d lost everything that I had built up so far&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-08T12:53:55Z</published>
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    <title type="text">It was my ex-husband (Part 1)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It was my ex-husband. I thought that this couldn&#8217;t have turned out worse than it went so far but I was wrong. This was the last person I wanted to see right now. We separated two years ago, as I finally managed to tell people I was beaten by him. &#8220;Stay calm Brandi, stay calm. He can&#8217;t do you anything as all the people on the train are watching&amp;#8230;&#8221; I asked him what he had been doing in the last 2 years and he told me he was just released from jail. &#8220;After the divorce, I had gone nuts and I couldn&#8217;t control myself anymore.&#8221; he said. &#8220;Three weeks later, I murdered an 82 year old lady in front of the super market. I just don&#8217;t know what was going through my mind. But now I am better, and I am very happy to see you back.&#8221; He looked very peaceful indeed and he had changed a lot. He was wearing nice clothes, he was shaved and his hear looked quite well too&amp;#8230; (see next sequel)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-08T12:52:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T14:09:15Z</updated>
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      <name>Sander Beel</name>
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