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Buzz awoke to the first rays of sunshine tickling his nose. It flashed through him like lightning when he remembered how urgently Kukka had asked him to come home the day before. It must have been something really important she had to say to him because it was the first time she had asked him …

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„Come to dinner,“ Constantia and Cordula Kral, Konrad’s sisters, who always performed in pairs, interrupted the narration he had started at that moment. The twin sisters had both become nurses and entered tertiary orders, which meant they lived in the middle of the world like nuns, with all that that entailed, like vows and love …

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My thoughts move on. They won’t let me rest and they relentlessly take me to a place I actually didn’t want to go back to, ever. But I have given up the lead and have to surrender to her will, which is probably mine too, but which I had so successfully stopped up to now. …

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The morning routine is complete. Supply obligations are completed. I can finally sit down at my laptop, the list of things to do next to me. As is my duty, I begin to work them off, top to bottom. Of course, it is structured. The urgent comes first. Then comes the necessary, and finally the …

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In his eyes, single mothers were irresponsible and only a burden for the state, was the conclusion that Sabrina had drawn from his statements. In his dictum, lying on the state’s pocket meant above all that the taxpayers‘ money, which was paid for with his hard-earned money, was also used for these useless sluts. But …

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When we got back to the terrace and I finished my story, I mustered up the courage to turn and hug her. I could still feel her hugging me back as our lips drew closer and just as they touched, just as I felt her soft, warm lips on mine, we were suddenly torn apart. …

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I enjoy the tea. Earl Gray, I think, but I’m not so sure. There are also English tea biscuits. “Are they homemade?” I ask as I reach for the scones and find that they are still warm, as if fresh from the oven.“Yes, of course,” explains Nona, and is about to start explaining the method …

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I hear a tray being set down on the low table by the couch. I slowly open my eyes.„Would you like to have a cup of tea with us too?“ Asks the woman who was reading next to me.„I think I like tea,“ I reply and sit up carefully so as not to further annoy …

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With his gaze fixed on the navigation device in his hand, he stumbled through the now pitch-dark forest. Luckily, he had thought of packing his headlamp, otherwise he would have been hopelessly lost here. No, he hadn’t intended to be in the forest that night. After all, it was June and the days were long. …

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There are two moments when time stands still, when the clock stops ticking and eternity opens. In the encounter and in their loss.

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