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“What am I supposed to do?” Viola Vandenbrück pondered while sipping on the tea that her butler had wisely served her. He knew these moods of the lady of the house and knew how to counteract them. But in this case, not even the tried and tested hot drink worked. “This new girl is to …

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Adele had been horrified. Agathe, one of her best friends, had passed away. Neither unexpected nor surprising, because the cancer had raged in her for months, had consumed her and made her look unsightly. She should have had enough time to think about her wardrobe, and yet she hadn’t. Agathe in particular, who was always …

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Lost in thought, I let my gaze wander around the room. This wandering is uncontrollable. Time to go as soon as I’ve finished my drink, I think when you sit down with me. “Hello!”, you say and I return the greeting, noticing how I try to smile. It happens automatically.“Nice to see you,” you continue.“I …

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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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