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An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.
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An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.
Every year during the month of March a family of ragged gypsies would set up their tents near the village.
The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.