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It was the cold shiver of sudden understanding that woke me from the trance: had I really done it or was it just my imagination? And with quivering arms I raised the gun, its barrel hot and

Se apropie incet, palida, cu cearcane adanci, cu o tristete care ii apasa corpul, parca o vad ca o roca urcata pe umerii si pe gatul ei, ingreunandu-i mersul. Nu o mai recunosc. E aceeasi ea, dar in