Ich kam nach Hause und fand einen Lwe in meinem Raum [ erster Entwurf "des Lwes fr realen" CP 174-175 ]
Ein Lwe traf Amerika in der Strae, die sie entlang einander zwei Abbildungen auf der Querstrae in der Wste anstarrten.
Amerika schrie den Lwe brllte sie sprang an einander, Amerika, das, zum des Kmpfens mit Bomben, Flamethrowers, Messergabelunterseeboote zu gewinnen hoffnungslos ist.
Der Lwe a Amerika, Spitze weg von ihrem Kopf und sprang weg zu den goldenen Hgeln, alle der dort soll ber Amerika sagen ist, auer da jetzt ist sie lionshit ganz ber der Wste.
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