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With open mouth and disbelieving eyes, I realized how my previous life crumbled. At last, Mic realized that I was there. His expression was furious as he looked at me piercingly. Excessive fear buried me and every clear thought. „I have to get out of here“ was the only thing I could think of. As …

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„Another hundred kilometers done, soon is halftime,“ I encouraged myself, „You can do that.“ I had said that I would wake one of them if I could not continue, but still it went and I actually wanted them let sleep. They deserved it. And it was good to let my thoughts wander, back to those …

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So Paul sat in the rented delivery van, in the dark interior and thought through the process again. It would not really have been necessary, because since he had made his plan, he had gone through it several hundreds of times, but as everyone, even halfway good, Cineast knows, this approach is essential, because the …

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„Such a bastard, such a cursed!“. she scolded softly to herself, „Now he has actually just put me on the street, in the woods, in the middle of the night.“ Shaking her head, she stalked across the street in her high heels, while she could not stop condemning him. He had, admittedly, only done what …

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„Does this really have to be? Just because you did not dare to say ‚100 years ago‘ for the guy, you do not have to go to a concert right now,” I murmured incessantly, even though I knew it was pointless. If Nastasja had once put something in the head, then it stayed there. Hard …

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People are coming. People go. That’s the way it is in life. She had to experience it so often. She would witness it so often. By now she had learned to handle it. Also, for her own protection. You meet. One separates. But you should never look back. What’s over is over. There is no …

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The cool evening breeze told Martinique that Christian not only held her in his arms, but left with her. It rocked easily when he wore her, every step of the way. Then another door opened and closed behind them. A room in the dim light. He paused briefly. She could not explain what he was …

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The first sip of beer is always the best, he was still convinced. From time to time he forgot to enjoy it. But that was not bad, if there were enough others left, if not today then tomorrow. The only difference was the reasons for his inattention. This time he was attentive. Christmas was over. …

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