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 You might think she is stopping to say hello to someone.
But she fastens her gaze on the machine that screeches weirdly every half an hour. For a moment, she thinks she can hear a snatch of drumbeat that shatters sleep or the sun. And so she immediately waddles on her way.
She remembers that it’s only a machine, after all.
She lands beyond the grinding mills, behind the glass partition, next to the massive photocopier. Sheltered...

 
Toate bufnitele
Sindromul de panica in Orasul Luminilor
Razboiul Mondial al Fumatorilor
Manuscrisul fanariot
Jimmy
Zilele regelui
Litera din scrisoarea misterioasa
Variante la un autoportret
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