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“Leise lachten sie. Es waren heimtückische Wesen, die Bücher. Sie verschlangen einen mit Haut und Haaren, wenn man sich zu sehr auf sie einließ, außerdem hielten sie allzeit böse Worte für ihn bereit. Geschichten über Krieg, Tod, Eifersucht und Gier. Und sie alle waren voller schlechter Menschen.”

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