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It was one of those evenings that I like to end with a single malt whiskey, carefully and calmly. Just sit back and let the bitter taste of the barley drink work. When you sat down with me. It hadn’t escaped me that you always act in public like a peacock during courtship. I find …

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„So that was it, Ms. Rat,“ the accused Viktor Z. began to report, „I visited my regular coffee to have breakfast. Like every morning. I always look at people there. Everyone does that, but you too, Ms. Rat?“„Just describe the events,“ the judge warned him.„Yes, Ms. Council,“ said the reprobate, submissively, „Well, I look at …

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It was one of those train compartments that can accommodate six people and that can be closed with a door to the aisle. You find them less and less and yet they still exist. I don’t like these compartments. They are so complete. But I was tired and just looking forward to finally getting home …

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After being born in the small village, called Tschanigraben, in Burgenland, the question of the baptismal name came up. Every child needed a baptismal name. That’s the rule. Not a first name, but a baptismal name. At that time, it was still so that one could not give me nothing, nothing to give you a …

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Quiet and gentle, muted and sensitive. That was my first impression of you, and also the second and many more. One of those women who are all too easily overlooked, not only in their physical appearance but also in their desires. They like to keep in the background. Best still screened by a man. Security …

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She paused and looked up at the stars, as if she would find there the beginning of her story. „My mother and dad got married, and as far as I can tell, they must have been happy, because there’s nothing to report over the next few years, and there’s only one thing you cannot talk …

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„Sit down to me and tell me your story.“ I begged you to stay a little while the night you came to me. And you told me your story: „My mother was a beautiful woman, but it was the kind of beauty that does not intrude, but is often overlooked in its simplicity. But she …

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Your hands trembled as you took the alabaster vessel that was filled to the brim with that wonderfully fragrant oil as you held it and made your way to it. Your heart beat violently as you stepped out of the house, and your open hair glistened in the sun, your long, jet-black hair. You had …

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The flames raged violently skyward. I had kindled a big fire, here by my lake, on that special night, and they had come to celebrate together, all the special women. They did not ride on brooms, and there were no black ravens or black cats on their shoulders. But the animals had joined us, lying …

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He stood relaxed at the bar and let his eyes wander around the room. A hard week was behind him. Now he wanted to land a sting. He had earned that, as he said, almost for personal relaxation. Basically, he had achieved good results in this bar, so it was his first choice, but today …

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