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In the evening when we are lying in one another's arms, he tells me about his childhood, which is just like every other man's. There is always something about a garden with some fruit trees, and a slingshot, and a cousin or girlfriend they're lying with in a hayloft - but then a mother or aunt comes and ruins it. It's a boring story after you've heard it a few times, but they're so captivated while they tell it.

Die Sternen, begehrt Mann nicht.