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Yet Gregor's sisterwas playing so beautifully. Her face was leant to one side, following the lines of music with a careful and melancholyexpression. Gregor crawled a little further forward, keeping hishead close to the ground so that he could meet her eyes if thechance came.

Franz Kafka