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I quickly looked around again before I dared to take a look at my treasure. It was actually her book. I opened it. Maybe I would find a name in it, at least that. But there was more, more than I could have imagined, because not only was her name, first and last name written …

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So I started thinking about approaching her. But it wasn’t easy. A certain rhythm had set in. She boarded the train, went to her seat, smiled at me, nodded briefly in greeting, at least impliedly, sat down and picked up her book. The same procedure happened every morning. As soon as she was engrossed in …

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It was on a bitterly cold day in late November that I saw her for the first time, on the train I had recently been riding. The company I worked for had moved. Conveniently located for me than before, because I could almost go from house to house by train. The train station close to …

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Lorenz brought plates and cutlery so that they shared the food they had brought with them in a friendly manner.“I think,” Sue said finally, after she had thought about Lorenz’s question for a while, “that it is independent of age who wants to have something to do with whom. I am convinced that everyone can …

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“If I may give you an advice…”, the gentleman in a suit, a well-groomed man in his mid-fifties with graying hair on his temples and a clearly prosperous belly, began an unsolicited conversation with a young girl. She must have been in her mid-twenties, but that was quite young for him. At least young enough …

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When you enter the room, a murmur goes through the ranks of the ladies present. “It was for a handsome man,” you can literally read on their lips, but this reaction is not necessarily due to the appearance, not even the main thing, but the type of appearance. With your shirt open to under your …

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Elsewhere, a mother also gives birth. Four babies, without help, without advice or instructions on how to breathe. She can just do it. She licks the little ones clean until the fur is shiny. They find the breasts to drink on their own. It happens as a matter of course, in the warmth of security, …

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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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Mrs. Hardworking had got up at dawn, like every other day of the week, had only made a quick coffee and sat on the terrace with her laptop. Little by little, life awoke around her.“Damn birds,” she thought as they raised to their morning concert, “And we owe this noise to those parasites who now …

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