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‘Yes, only that this consolation he had found before he married my mother. “Thank Heaven, they are bringing the hors d’oeuvres. They had turned into the street, on the opposite side of which were the flats where Anna lived. Kneebone. Death belongs to God, young man. She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. This became very interesting. She sensed his acute frustration as he unzipped her raincoat while trying to kiss her.
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