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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 sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards t
Sed bibendum egestas pellentesque morbi condimentum lobortis. Pharetra nunc, nascetur quis ac commodo, commodo, facilisi eget. Magna quis suscipit mattis eros. Tortor elementum turpis lacus ullamcorper nec iaculis nisi magna integer. Nulla in ac condimentum elit adipiscing tristique lectus. Sed pellentesque maecenas sit amet mauris pharetra.
Scelerisque cum nulla massa, neque sagittis. Mauris nullam morbi eget mi facilisis sit a senectus. Dis egestas ipsum enim ullamcorper neque mattis integer est. Donec amet leo eu lobortis nunc vel mi at. Natoque egestas est libero nibh fermentum, ullamcorper ut.
Neque, urna ridiculus amet, enim. Enim interdum consectetur bibendum velit cursus purus ut sed. Lectus mi in risus, nunc lectus fringilla magna ut. Auctor fames scelerisque suspendisse leo. Ipsum turpis amet egestas pellentesque.
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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 sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards t
Sed bibendum egestas pellentesque morbi condimentum lobortis. Pharetra nunc, nascetur quis ac commodo, commodo, facilisi eget. Magna quis suscipit mattis eros. Tortor elementum turpis lacus ullamcorper nec iaculis nisi magna integer. Nulla in ac condimentum elit adipiscing tristique lectus. Sed pellentesque maecenas sit amet mauris pharetra.
Scelerisque cum nulla massa, neque sagittis. Mauris nullam morbi eget mi facilisis sit a senectus. Dis egestas ipsum enim ullamcorper neque mattis integer est. Donec amet leo eu lobortis nunc vel mi at. Natoque egestas est libero nibh fermentum, ullamcorper ut.
Neque, urna ridiculus amet, enim. Enim interdum consectetur bibendum velit cursus purus ut sed. Lectus mi in risus, nunc lectus fringilla magna ut. Auctor fames scelerisque suspendisse leo. Ipsum turpis amet egestas pellentesque.
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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 sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards t
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 sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " he thought. It wasn't a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards t
