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His own family was a museum of tiny, polite horrors. His mother sprayed air freshener after using the toilet. His father wore pajamas with sleeves even in July. When Lukas accidentally walked into the bathroom while his father was shaving, shirtless, the man flinched as if he'd been shot.

Herr Wegener was stacking newspapers. "The usual?" he asked. fkk magazin

He looked at it for a long time. Then he let go of the coins. His own family was a museum of tiny, polite horrors

That night, after his parents went to sleep (in separate twin beds, wearing full-length flannel), Lukas crept outside. The moon was a bright, clean coin. The air was soft. He took off his shirt. Then his shorts. Then his underwear. He stood in the dewy grass, shivering, waiting for the lightning to strike him down. When Lukas accidentally walked into the bathroom while

His father wrapped a towel around his shoulders. "Close the door, Lukas."

He looked up at the stars. The stars did not care. He looked at the dark lake. The lake did not gasp. He looked down at his own pale, scrawny body. It was just a body. Like Dieter's. Like the volleyball-playing girl's. Like the grandmother with the potatoes.

The next Thursday, he walked to the kiosk.