Book: Clay bridge
We watched as everything develops and changes, and although we were afraid that he is not coming here any more, it seemed that, if we wait, it will draw it to us. When you wait, you get the feeling that you're trying.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 14:12
About how the years climbed up the hill, I can tell you this.
Each had their own life.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 11:10
How cruel the twists of fate.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 11:08
When I observe how a man dies, see not only his disappearance.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 11:06
It seems to me, to see how a man dies, it is like learning a foreign language, a whole new science. Build a tower of boxes with medicine, I think pills, you measure the poisonous liquid. Then translate minutes to hours in the hospital and learn how long the longest night.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 11:04
To use the life [after death] they were ashamed.
Especially happy oblivion.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 11:00
...That we keep them to ourselves, we all carefully hide from parents.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 10:58
...Patience is not to be confused with softness, and the precaution - with the slowness.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 10:56
It was a great horse... And perfect fate: we would not love him so if he hadn't died.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 10:54
- What's wrong with you? Why are you so...
- What is this? Well, what?
Fucked up.
Slang of the young in any country.
The words between them like a wound.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 10:52
Hardest - most quiet words.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 10:50
- All right, said clay. - Already subsided...
But clay better than anyone knew that there are things that never go away.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 10:48
...This was the beauty of Carey, her true beauty: what's brown hair and sea glass - she wasn't afraid to risk a second time. She will once again try their luck, for him.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 10:46
I was ready to die, if only ever to reach such heights, like David, at least for a moment.
He looked into the eyes of the boys across the street.
But I know, I know...
Clay answered.
His words hurt them both, but he had to say them.
- We live the lives of Slaves.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 10:44
Miss penny was hard.
But at least we knew what to do with it: the beauty of death - it is final.
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MegaMozg 14-01-2020 / 10:42