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Auftragstext:
In the last night in France we took a room in an old castle, viewing huge fields of sunflowers.
It was August. The sunflowers were dead. dead and beautiful.
In the first week after coming back we talked on the phone four times a day.
In the second week we were fighting again.
After a month he sent me 15 sunflowers.
They were yellow and healthy and fresh. And the magic was gone.
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