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Grudgingly he admired her. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. That is not reasonable. Küçük bir teknoloji şirketinin geliştirme ekibinde çalışan Leyla ve Can, farklı alanlarda uzmanlaşmışlardı. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. She grew attached to a pair of twins, a boy named Fritz and a girl named Anna, belonging to an auburn-haired Viennese prostitute named Clotilde.
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