Travelling salesman and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer
waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar wallstrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather
viando –
Helplessly as he looked What\’s happened to me he thought. It wasn\’t a dreamtrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted
Coole Boy –
Helplessly as he looked What\’s happened to me he thought. It wasn\’t a dreamtrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted
Raziul Islam –
Helplessly as he looked What\’s happened to me he thought. It wasn\’t a dreamtrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fittedd