The girls looked attractive, but only from a distance. The sun shone through their light dresses and shone iridescently in their hair. But as soon as I approached them and listened to their thoughts pouring down from their open mouths like an avalanche, I wanted to immediately dig a hole for myself somewhere under the hill and hide there with a machine gun.
C. Bukowski.
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