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Boris K. and Mary Shelley, “The Adventures Of Boris K.”

Boris K. used to kill his hours of boredom by reading biographies of the controversial female writers. Somewhere in the middle of the book, he started crying.

“What happened, Boris K.?” asked the seller by whose bookstall Boris K. used to read the classic novels.
“I am lamenting over the destiny of Mary Shelley.”

“What has happened to her?”
“What hasn’t…”

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