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lessly 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 travel ling salesman – and above it there hung a picture.

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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 help lessly 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 trav elling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine.

Waved about help lessly as he looked. Whats happened to me? he thought. It wasn’t a dream.

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 help lessly 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.

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 help lessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought.

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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 help lessly 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.

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