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together they make up a many-faceted truth

From now on, he thinks, the responsibility for their existence is entirely hers. He has to protect himself from himself. Maybe she’s a monster?

She thinks, he wants to prepare me for difficult times ahead. He wants to protect me. Protect me from myself, and so he gives me the power of decision o…

—p.27 Kairos by Jenny Erpenbeck
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all that matters is the time that we get to spend for/pq-maybe project/stunt-story

We will only see each other occasionally, he says, but each time will be like our first time — a celebration. She listens to him attentively and nods. I can only be a luxury for you, because I am a married man. I know, she says. Perhaps that won’t be enough for you, he says. I understand that. She …

—p.25 by Jenny Erpenbeck
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tied it with a black velvet ribbon project/stunt-story project/valet-story

Hans remembers her smile and her breasts, but the way she looks overall, he perhaps doesn’t know. But there she is, turning onto Schiffbauerdamm, and he recognizes her right away. She’s swinging her handbag as she walks, she’s dressed all in black, and as she comes closer, he sees she’s put up her …

—p.24 by Jenny Erpenbeck
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if she praises Him, He will perhaps spare her

And now all the crypts are become transparent, and he and she are standing directly in the graveyard, and the island of the living is no bigger than the tiny patch of ground under their feet. While she takes off his glasses and lays them aside, and he for the first time enfolds her in his arms, hum…

—p.21 by Jenny Erpenbeck
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she knows to lay the napkin over her knees

She knows to lay the napkin over her knees before starting to eat, knows to dab her mouth on it before taking a drink, knows to angle the soup plate away from herself, not to put her elbows on the table and not to cut the potatoes with her knife. With all her fears, her hopes, everything that can’t…

—p.20 by Jenny Erpenbeck