A miracle happened: summer came prematurely. Being in love with an image was worse than being in love with a ghost. (I feel like my eardrum is breaking). Almost everything, in fact, has an explanation. (The atmospheric pressure is increasing ...). The remaining chapters will have no surprises (... and I feel like my eardrum is breaking). Being on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most excruciating nightmare. (12.30 sharp, breathing is extraordinarily difficult.) I have given you a pleasant eternity! Only me for you and you only for me. (I am intoxicated with gasoline.) It will be an act of pity.

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