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The black car skidded along the road before coming to a sudden halt on the side of the road.
"What will you do?" Hugh Legat, the secretary to the Prime Minister, asked.
“Carry on,” replied Paul von Hartmann from the seat across, “In a few hours, I have to present a press summary to Hitler. I've been told he has taken a shine to me.” He said sarcastically with a grin on his face, his glasses slipping down his nose.
Hugh looked away, appalled how his friend was able to joke about Hitler in such a calm and sophisticated manner.Bookmarked by questioning
21 Mar 2023
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When Paul was thirteen, his mother had told him how they used to worry about him when he was younger. She said he had the habit of saying the strangest things, knowing the strangest things. On a family vacation when he was seven, he'd seen the Berlin Cathedral and said, "I've been here."
Paul lived in Stuttgart, he most certainly had never been in Berlin before the age of seven.
But yet, he had. He had been there. He remembers water dripping down the majestic dome, water streaking down his prescription glasses, clothes soaked in the rain. The sky a stormy grey as he shuffled down the street- long brown coat splashed with mud and that had been annoying- that was his favorite coat.
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In the hotel elevator, he stared at himself in the endless mirror. Thin man (Bob Dylan chords) in black coat, with little white dog. His nose was red from coke. Eyes red from maybe something else.
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"It's not like he's going to steal anything."
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It was as dark as it could get in the city, with its perpetual haze of yellow-gray light ringing the horizon. Mickey’s eyes were half open, unfocused, directed vaguely toward the one tiny pinprick of light that had managed to glow through the screen of rainclouds and smog. If he hadn’t been so out of it, Mickey might have thought it was a little weird that there was a star visible in the first place—almost seeming to hang in front of the clouds rather than behind them—but he didn’t. He peered through his lashes, eyes glazed over, as the only obvious light in the sky did nothing of interest.
Until it did.
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When late summer comes to Chicago, it finds Mickey Milkovich listless, directionless, and truly alone for the first time in his life. Mickey is content to leave his empty hours empty, but the universe has other plans: A mysterious force attaches itself to Mickey and urges him to leave his life behind, to go, come on, come on--
--and so he does.
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21 Jan 2021