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„I need you,“ you said – I said nothing.„I need you like I need air,“ you said – I said nothing.„I need you like water so as not to dry out,“ you said – I said nothing.„I need you like plants need the sun to grow,“ you said – I didn’t say anything, I just …

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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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In the early afternoon I went to the painter’s villa, but how disappointed I was when I found Felicitas alone. Apparently, she didn’t want to see me again. ‚Show me what you have to offer me‘, Felicitas asked me. ‚Of course,‘ I heard myself say, and handed her the brush. ‚You didn’t promise too much‘, …

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„It wasn’t always like that,“ Franz Xaver Fent began to tell, „It must have been many, many years ago. I was a young master brush maker at the time, but already successful enough to open my own shop. My sister agreed to take over the sales activities so that I could concentrate on production. I …

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Franziska carefully locked the shop door. „Brushes of all kinds“ was written outside above the door that led to the small shop. The writing had faded, and it had been a long time since the last customer had entered the shop. Franz Xaver Fent was probably also very happy when he was able to close …

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Katie suddenly felt the ground give way under her. She had reached the moor. She was worried. Still, she had to be careful, because if she took just one wrong step, she would be stuck in this bog with no way of freeing it. They had played here all the time as children, so she …

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That was when Katie noticed. Yes, when was the last time she saw him? Was it this morning or was it yesterday? He had stopped taking care of her, so she had stopped taking care of him too. So simple, logical – and wrong was their approach. ‚Like you to me, like me to you,‘ …

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The plaster has long since crumbled off, the shine has disappeared from our eyes, the anticipation that we so fondly remember from distant childhood days. What is left is the scent of cloves and cinnamon, which we still fantasize about. What remains is a celebration without reference, a must without commitment, an occasion without enrichment. …

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Katie Garland sat bored at her pretty, petite secretary and looked out into the pitch black night. Bored, that was the attribute that had accompanied her life for months. She tightened her slim, tall body under the new, heavy velvet dress. Despite everything, she never failed to dress in such a way that she would …

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