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„My dear Luise,“ he began, in the usual businesslike tone that was peculiar to him, like the perfectly fitting suit in subtle gray or dark gray and the always shiny black shoes. He never failed to swap the brown day shoes for the black evening shoes at 5 p.m. punctually, although – just incidentally – …

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He: Sorry, is this chair free?She: (looks up from her newspaper in amazement) Yes, like many others. (And points meaningfully to the almost empty coffee house)He: But that’s the nicest chair in the whole café.She: (looks closely at the chair but apparently cannot tell the difference) Why?He: What why?She: I can’t see that there is …

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As is well known, Cupid, the small, cheeky god who never grows up, sends his arrows and makes those who meet them violent love frenzy. Now he seems to be dealing with this gift rather uncontrollably. But it can also be that he actually plays tricks on people, which often ends in fatalities. It would …

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A glance at the clock let me breathe a sigh of relief. I had an hour to work before you would get up. That’s why I continued to write when your voice made me listen.„Good morning,“ you said.„Why are you up already?“ I asked, a little irritated.„That’s what I call a nice greeting in the …

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In ten minutes it would start. Nervously he looked at the clock. Where she just stayed? The hall was full and he had to go on stage, but he knew she would never forgive him if he did not greet her. At last the door opened and she walked towards him with a jovial smile. …

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„So you’re afraid of a girl?“ Mike asked straight out. Yes, Mic was dressed like a girl with a dreass and pink accessories. Otherwise, she would have fit well into a „Heart’n’Heavy“ band, even in a duo. „I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for so long, but I did not know how,“ …

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„I have to talk to you!“ I told Melchior Mandl, as upright as possible, because this man was really a colossus. He had just been involved in a conversation, from which I ripped him out rude. Immediately everyone fell silent. Sullen, he looked me up and down, „Now!“ I added therefore, to give my call …

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The soiree lived up to its name. Various artists, even more, those who held, denied the program. On several occasions people recited and sang. It was completely impossible for me to concentrate on anything but her. It was as if the rest of the world was lost and there was only more her and me. …

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Paul was a good Boy. So the tenor of the aunts, whose opinion had immense weight. Likewise, the great aunt. It was a statement and a judgment. Because Paul was and remained a good boy. So, he grew up, carrying the verdict with him until he grew no more. He stopped earlier than his friends. …

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With time and distance the memory of the women wearing the headscarves in Tschanigraben faded, as well as her „there should the Lord God be before“, while Lintschi more and more often devoted herself to reading the so-called groschen novels. At first, she had been skeptical. „This has nothing to do with life,“ but as …

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