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Occasionally , in the middle of the night , a spring would hit me in the side with a vengeful ping . I liked working at the office , rather than in my sleepy , musty lodgings where a tap dripped in the bathroom and the landlady was ...
Occasionally , in the middle of the night , a spring would hit me in the side with a vengeful ping . I liked working at the office , rather than in my sleepy , musty lodgings where a tap dripped in the bathroom and the landlady was ...
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16 Cries in the Night It must have been that late hour of night when everything is clogged and deadened by darkness and silence . Even the water in the rusty pipes stopped dripping from the kitchen tap after midnight .
16 Cries in the Night It must have been that late hour of night when everything is clogged and deadened by darkness and silence . Even the water in the rusty pipes stopped dripping from the kitchen tap after midnight .
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If perfect happiness exists , we experienced it that night . I wanted to prolong this feeling . Putting on my coat and picking up a blanket , I went out into the loggia — a deep bay with a projecting balcony on the first floor .
If perfect happiness exists , we experienced it that night . I wanted to prolong this feeling . Putting on my coat and picking up a blanket , I went out into the loggia — a deep bay with a projecting balcony on the first floor .
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