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       When Liam showed me the sports car he bought that day: the first thing which came to my mind
was: "Why on earth is it so poisonously yellow??" 
       Of course: I told him it was beautiful    - but I fully discovered the beauty of that color:
screaming loudly into the sky: only when I saw it through the window parking opposite Alading. 
       The slimy bastard could wake up any minute. 
       An hour ago: I put him on the floor in the archive room   and reoperated one of the original
T prototypes above his nasty head.
       The transmission indicator was showing 89 percent. 
       I was walking completely empty in the aisle between the shelves: and in my head:       I was
kicking the ruins of countless rescue plans:  that I had enthusiastically built since yesterday and
then torn down in anger.
       Hopelessness.
       When a sudden wave of exhaustion directed me to the chairs under the windows:   a gap in the
blinds:       which the son of a whore had made with his nasty crab fingers: flashed at me from the
shadows.
       "Are you sure no one will disturb us here?" :he asked me making his spidery grin..
       I tugged a little bit on the greasy string: what hung next to the window frame   - and for a
moment I saw nothing but mealy light. 
       Under the windows - my colleagues leaving for lunch were swarming:  disappearing in colorful
groups in the underpass and appearing further: on the little island: where the trams stopped   - or
even further in the parking lot next to the shopping center - where: in the first row Liam's bright
yellow dodge stood right next to the sidewalk.
       "Oh my God!!" :I recovered immediately.
       91 percent.
       "I could make it.."