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it. Gregor was lying on the coffee table, and from under his
backside something watery and reddish brown was oozing
out.
“Oh! Hi there, Bullshit!” Max shouted out to him right into
his red little face. “You see how I’ve grown up!”
And right then a simple but brilliant thought flashed for
him: why run away from here like a thief when I can stay
here like the master of the house? Be Gregor instead of
Gregor. Live his life in his house. Just like this. He put the
packed suitcase on the floor. For an instant he looked
deeply into the tiny wrinkled snout of his “older” brother,
and then took his chronomatizer and prepared a new time
injection – six months more.
“Sorry, bro. You’ll be an evil spirit for a while,” Maximilian,
sneering, uttered in farewell. “In the meantime I’ll get
things sorted out here.”
Cerberus in the kitchen began to howl in despair.
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