She's a cloth doll that has been sewing herself a couple amount of times. She's a hot missing pieces puzzle, a ballerina. She's a cold but kind wind. An open book, but without words. And that's how she loved mysteries so much that she became one.
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Alain Robbe-Grillet, Trans-Europ-Express, 1966.
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