Trust Me, My Eyes Are Closed

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little bit he could see his brown belly, slightly transformed and divided by arches into stiff sections. […]

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Excitedly Looking At Something

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little bit he could see his brown belly, slightly transformed and divided by arches into stiff sections. […]

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Look At Me While I’m Doing Something

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little bit he could see his brown belly, slightly transformed and divided by arches into stiff sections. […]

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