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think I will try and explain that i'm really not that tasty...
Or do what the S.A.S. survival handbook describes and shit in my pants, take the shit in hand and trow it away as far as possible. If I can believe the SAS handbook, the shark will go after the shit...
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Amerika by Franz Kafka
“As Karl Rossman, a poor boy of sixteen who had been packed off to America by his parents because a servant girl had seduced him and got herself a child by him, stood on the liner slowly entering the harbour of New York, a sudden burst of sunshine seemed to illumine the Statue of Liberty, so that he saw it in a new light, although he had sighted it long before. The arm with the sword rose up as if newly stretched aloft, and round the figure blew the free winds of heaven.”
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