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He saw me and took a couple of steps my way, but then hesitated and stopped. He was pale, and his lips trembled nervously. He tried to smile, helplessly, painfully, raised his hand and waved goodbye, as if I were setting out into life and he was already greeting me from beyond the grave.
The Pianist: The Extraordinary Story of One Man's Survival in Warsaw, 1939-45
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