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Life is too short for boring stories

Night had fallen and I had prepared myself, as in every one of my awake, lively nights, and went to my jetty, but this time a surprise awaited me. At the end of the footbridge I recognized a huddled figure, no, less so, I only sensed it, a narrow back that belonged to a person …

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There are things that cannot be changed. The weather, for example, or fate or the consequences of decisions that you make. She’s been acting rather stubborn lately, though. She thought she could get her way, simply because she imagined that she wanted this or that or just didn’t want something. There were some things he …

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Dear mother! I am writing you a letter today because I have no other option since he took my cell phone and computer away from me. He said I had been on the phone with my girlfriend for too long. He was right about that. I just couldn’t pull myself together. So, it had become …

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It was Ben’s voice that Lisa fell in love with even before she saw him. Her friend Sophie had persuaded her to listen to this great musician. She went grumpily, but as soon as they entered the bar and Lisa heard this smoky and at the same time so gentle voice, something happened in her. …

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Her gut feeling told her that evening, be careful. So, she parked the car a little away. It was lucky that she was there a few minutes early, which never happened to her. Then she didn’t go straight to the house as usual to get to the fifth floor where his studio was located, but …

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At last he was in the car, the engine was already on and was about to call her when the passenger door opened and his wife jumped into the car. So, he left the cell phone plugged in and contented himself with looking puzzled.„I thought I would come with you,“ she said, „don’t look like …

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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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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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Max Mank was old. But only since his wife died did he feel it clearly. Until then, he had not really noticed. At first, the children were moved out and away. Gradually, the friends left, and finally his wife. It had been his last support, at least since his retirement ten years ago. Not that …

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Suddenly you stood next to me, at this vernissage, where I had already bored enough. But that you now stood next to me, that promised to be amusing. You held two glasses of beer in your hands and shone all over your face. That’s one of the things I really appreciated about you, this unpretentious …

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