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"It's fine," Lukas whispered. "You're just a person."

"No," Lukas said. "Not today."

Herr Wegener was stacking newspapers. "The usual?" he asked. fkk magazin

And so, every Thursday, Lukas would shove his sweaty fist into the pocket of his shorts, pull out a handful of pfennigs, and place the glossy magazine on the counter. The cover always had a family: a lean, sun-bronzed father with a beard; a mother with wind-swept hair; a boy and a girl, maybe ten and twelve, playing volleyball. All of them, of course, as naked as the day they were born. "It's fine," Lukas whispered

He didn't run. He didn't laugh. He just stood there, feeling the wind map itself onto his ribs, and he thought: This is what it feels like to be real. "The usual

He looked at it for a long time. Then he let go of the coins.