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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.
Post Standard Two
Every year during the month of March a family of ragged gypsies would set up their tents near the village.
Yet Another Story
She had that rare virtue of never existing completely except for that opportune moment.
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The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.