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chills
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Upon waking up after a troublesome dream one
morning, Gregor Zamza realized that he had turned into a hideous insect. Lying on a hard shell that was now his back, he saw, with a mere move of his head, his brown, bulgy, scaly stomach, on top of which lied a blanket that was clearly about to fall down. His numerous, pathetically thin, compared to the rest of his body, legs floundered helplessly in front of his eyes. "What has happened to me?", he thought. This was not a dream. His room, real, though too
cramped, yet still ordinary, quietly resided within the familiar walls. Above the table, covered with an assortment of unpacked clothes (Zamza was a travelling salesman) hung a portrait which he recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and put in a
morning, Gregor Zamza realized that he had turned into a hideous insect. Lying on a hard shell that was now his back, he saw, with a mere move of his head, his brown, bulgy, scaly stomach, on top of which lied a blanket that was clearly about to fall down. His numerous, pathetically thin, compared to the rest of his body, legs floundered helplessly in front of his eyes. "What has happened to me?", he thought. This was not a dream. His room, real, though too
cramped, yet still ordinary, quietly resided within the familiar walls. Above the table, covered with an assortment of unpacked clothes (Zamza was a travelling salesman) hung a portrait which he recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and put in a
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