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My Friend Below
I met my friend from below on the stairs - the fourth or fifth vertebra below the neck (not sure, for it was dark and my ears rang). I invited him to visit me in my rooms where I have records and - a picture-album. But he said, "You're too proud!" and he vanished. I called, I pounded, he would not reappear. Damn it! it's he who's proud, I can't humiliate myself more than I have - altho I'm lonely. I turned. He whispered: "You must come down here." I was afraid . .. Ach! one of us must gol This house isn't big enough for both. But he's the older tenant - what lie must I tell the landlady, seems to favor him?