Eine Nacht kam die Brust einer Frau zum Raum eines Mannes und fing an, ber ihre Doppelschwester zu sprechen. Ihre diese Doppelschwester und ihre Doppelschwester das. Schlielich sagte der Mann, aber was ber Sie, liebe Brust? Und so wendete die Brust den Rest der sprechenden Nacht selbst auf. Sie war dieselbe wie, als sie ber ihre Schwester sprach: selbst dieses und selbst das. Schlielich kte der Mann ihren Nippel und sagte, bin ich traurig, und fiel schlafend..
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