You can open an envelope and take out something which bites or stings, though it isn't a living creature. I had a letter like that from Franz today. 'Dear Sanna,' he writes, 'I want to see you again, so I may be coming to Frankfurt. I haven't been able to write for some time, but I've been thinking about you a lot. I'm sure you knew that, I'm sure you could feel it. All my love, dear Sanna, from Franz.'
- From After Midnight by Irmgard Keun
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