Of 98 sentences, I lifted 14. 7 mine, 7 his:
Met with handmade calendars (printer broke). Hospital air, hospital light, the slowed clock of it. Don't get too wrapped up in "what is god what is love." He said the worst part was the way he could hear everything they said. I want something like a story. He kept the eye shades on. I want a story, but don't tell me too much. "When I learn English, there will be more to say." It started snowing. I found a new harmony. There were unopened letters also ("after she died, they kept coming"). It was snowing, all over Germany. More than half the letters were from him. They've seen it all.
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