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She stands there petrified, flying over the chaos of liquids and broken glass that spreads there on the floor. The intensity of his reaction intimidates her. Something has happened, but she can’t figure it out. Did she do anything wrong? And if so, what? There is embarrassment in his eyes, but also something else. Can …

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He opens the door carefully. A narrow figure stands in the hallway, which he vaguely knows. The expression of recognition finally flits across his face. He quickly hides the smile behind the long-practiced but fragile bitterness.„What do you want here?“, he asks the woman, who will probably always remain a girl in his mind, even …

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Measured and quietly I approach you to kneel beside you, as you kneel, to meet you at the same eye level. I place my hand gently and respectfully on your shoulder and you twitch together under the unexpected touch. The pain and tears had limited your senses, so you did not notice my coming to …

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„But this does not happen, I want to look,“ I say in the most ingratiating tone that I can. That seems to convince her. In any case, she steps aside and lets me enter. She leads me to the in-house library. Carefully, I open the door and freeze. From floor to ceiling, all walls full …

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Maria was bumpy and unfocused that day. Again and again something fell from her hand, as if her hands were not related to the person to be touched. She even poured the hot tea-water over her hand. Then, for a very long time, she stood by the tap and cooled the scalded place with cold …

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A car had driven up. It was unusual, because hardly anyone got lost here. There were always more and more who said goodbye to the hustle and bustle and wanted to go to the seclusion. It had its own charisma, the Waldviertel, with its vastness and abandonment. Of course, there were cities, but also many …

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„You’re beautiful,“ I say, amazed, as you turn to the mirror. Your blue summer dress has no wearer, and I realize that the little girl you were just a young woman has become. Your body is now more than a hint, a promise, it has fully unfolded, and your laughter permeates the house.

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