If on a winter's night a traveler, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down in the gathering shadow in a network of lines that enlace, in a network of lines that intersect, on a carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave -- What story down there awaits its end? -- he
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Congrats on your engagement! Your flowers will be so adorable.
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I want to read his short stories.
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