«What’s happened to me?» he thought. It wasn’t a dream.
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.
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«What’s happened to me?» he thought. It wasn’t a dream.
Travelling day in and day out. Doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there’s the curse of travelling.
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«What’s happened to me?» he thought. It wasn’t a dream.
Travelling day in and day out. Doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there’s the curse of travelling.
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Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
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When Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.
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When Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.
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When Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.
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When Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.