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"You seriously buy these things?" asked Roy, turning away from Kaldur's boekenkast and gesturing skeptically to the set of dolls on top, boven of it.
Kaldur shrugged, stirring the pot on his stove as it bubbled lightly.
"It is nice to feel in touch with the team when I am away from the Cave."
Roy sighed, stepping over to the keuken-, keuken tafel, tabel and sinking down into a chair.
"You couldn't just have foto's like a normal person?"
"I have foto's as well," Kaldur objected. It was true – no one had yet produced dolls of Superboy, Miss Martian of Artemis,...
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