Breucker reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a dime store novel. It was a poor book, Ein Spaziergang um Mitternacht, but it gave him something to do while he waited. Anyone who noticed him would realize – but no, the book made them never stop to notice him.
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He loved the way a Swiss novelist (he could only imagine a poor, starving artist) would spell out the most ridiculous of situations in the most melancholy words.
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Bei Nacht und regen, sprach sich die Liebenden zum letzten Mal.
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Die melancholie, Breucker thought.
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Tick.

Tick.

Boom.