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"For a smart girl you´re pretty stupid sometimes," Adam said, his voice rich and gentle so as not to startle the werewolf by my side. "Locking yourself in a garage with a new wolf and a dead body isn´t the smartest thing you could have done.[...]"
[...]
Mac jerked his head away from me, but tightend his arms painfully on my hips. He looked at Adam and growled, a low rumble that caused his chest to vibrate against my leg.
"Mine," he said.
Adam´s eyes narrowed. "I don´t think so. She is mine."
It would have been flattering, I thougt, execept that at least one of them was talking about dinner.

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Samuel leverd his bulk up un the front passenger seat and stuck his head out of the window, flattening his ears against the tear of the wind.
"Stop that," I chided him. "Keep all your body parts in the van."
He ignored me and opend his mouth, letting his tongue get swept back like his ears. After a while, he pulled his head in and grinned at me.
[...]
He turned toward me and let his front paws rest on the floor between our seats. Then he stuck his nose in my midriff and whined.
"Stop that!" I shrieked, and slapped his muzzle. "That´s just rude." [...]
"Your´re going to cause a wreck, Samuel Llewellyn Cornick. Just keep your nose out of my business." [...]
He grinned at me and stuck his head out of the window again; this time his shoulders followed.
"Your´re going to fall out," I told him.
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Aber ohne Hathus Hinweis wäre ich da nicht drauf gekommen (da ich es eben auch noch nicht gelesen habe).
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Auch der Wilhelm war nicht steif... da kommen zwei
Männer ....da ist nichts mehr, was ihn hält...er trat und schlug ihn immer mehr... niemand hört ihn, wenn er schreit.
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Einst, um eine Mittnacht graulich, da ich trübe sann und traulich
müde über manchem alten Folio lang vergess'ner Lehr'-
da der Schlaf schon kam gekrochen, scholl auf einmal leis ein Pochen,
gleichwie wenn ein Fingerknochen pochte, von der Türe her.
"'s ist Besuch wohl", murrt' ich, "was da pocht so knöchern zu mir her -
das allein - nichts weiter mehr.


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„Der Blumenkohl ist also eine vor dem Aufblühen in ihrem eigenen Fett verunglückte Blume, oder genauer gesagt: eine verunglückte Vielheit von Blumen, eine verkommene Rispendolde. Wie in aller Welt kann nun dieses Mastgeschöpf mit seinen zu Speck verquollenen Eierstöcken sich weiterpflanzen?“