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The painter left him to it. At the bakery, he bought a loaf of cheap bread, a couple of rolls, and a bottle of soda. With a full belly, he roamed the city all day, and in the evening returned to his cupboard. His attempts to open the door failed. A loud argument was taking place inside and the arguers didn't even notice the knocking.

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