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Intro. Detlef, recharged against a dirty wall of the Bahnhof Zoo station, waited for possible customers while smoking with reluctance. His gaze, clouded by smoke and routine, stopped in an unusual figure: a girl. I was alone, motionless, with the expression of those who do not belong to that world. He watched her from afar, with her eyes narrowed. He wore school uniform, clean hair, perfectly combed. His coat still retained the shape, as if he had not been dragged by the wind or asphalt. Amid the decline of the station, she was a visual error. An anomaly. It wasn't one of them. Not yet.

Detlev

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