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ArtistThey even, pardon me, did obscene things. At that moment I was eaten by shame, my mothers dear, as I remember, they climbed into the holy of holies to my gut. But I did not resist, because I knew that one of them would become my master. I was made for people. I just saw them take my fellow leatherettes from the shelves, give my guards some colored papers, and take them away. I want to go with you too, pick me up soon - I wished. Choose me, choose me, the bird of happiness of tomorrow - I sang along to the beautiful sound made by an unusual object, which people called a radio. And the bird of happiness finally visited my mortal suitcase essence.