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"Well...what's up?"
"It was my mother. Dad's dead. He's killed himself. And there was something else, too. I don't remember. But I have to go."
"My sweetheart's getting sentimental in her old age. Have another whiskey and forget the whole thing. Who has a family nowadays? Who, I ask you? And at your age! You're as free as a bird. Have another drink before your next number. Then we'll go home and fuck like rabbits...and tomorrow, everything will be forgotten."
Mutter Küsters' Fahrt zum Himmel
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