He hadn’t ordered it. But there it was:
Then he took out his bank card.
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The envelope arrived, but this one was different. It was red. Your trial subscription ends. Inside was a bill: €29,95 per month. A choice. Pay, or stop. He hadn’t ordered it
He pointed at an article: "PZC Proefabonnement leads to unexpected addiction among younger demographic." 95 per month. A choice. Pay
He hadn't read that one yet. But he had time. It was only Monday.