the first sentense (death, and death only)

Oct 18, 2005 03:09

It was a Sunday morning at the peak of spring. Georg Bendemann, a young businessman, sat in his own room on the second floor of one of the low, shabbily constructed houses that streched alongside the river in an extensive row, almost indistinguishable from each other except in height and color.

death

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i_am_fluorescen December 7 2005, 21:06:52 UTC
it is imperative to my survival that i have my clarinet

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