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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 he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff.
Dictumst per ante cras suscipit nascetur ullamcorper in nullam fermentum condimentum torquent iaculis reden posuere potenti viverra condimentum dictumst id tellus suspendisse
I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul,like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart.