Es gab einen Mann, der nicht schlafen konnte; weg von jeder Nacht in ein graubraunes nicken, unprofessional Schlaf. Schlafen, da er gewachsen so mde vom Schlafen wurde. Er versuchte, das Handbuch des Schlafes zu lesen, aber es setzte ihn gerade, um zu schlafen. Da der gleiche alte Schlaf, der er vom Schlafen so mde gewachsen war... Er bentigte einen Schlafenmeister, der mit einer Peitsche und einem Stuhl die Nacht disziplinieren wrde, und bildet, die ihn, gasolined Sprung durch Bnder von Feuer. Jemand, das einen Tiger auf einem kleinen Untersatz sitzen und ghnen lassen knnte...
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