
"Everything is so fucking green", the Zebra-thing thought. "Where am I? Where is all this leading to? And anyway - who am I?" He often enjoyed contemplating on those questions. But today he really wished he at least knew what his name was.
This is about Gerda. Gerda and Karl. Oh, and Bruno.
french! it's a french name! am i right? yes?
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