 Wysłany: Wto 17:48, 15 Lut 2011 Temat postu: On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published bbaahaal |
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moreasadecorationthanafunctionalpieceoffurniturewasapale small man in a brown suit at least two sizes too small for him. Whoareyou? askedSpyderhopinghewasn'tabouttostartthe whole dream over again. Themanstoodupandmadeasmallstiffbow."IamPrimoKosinski.I have been sent to fetch the Butcher Bird to Madame Cinders' home." SpydershookShrikethenrealizedshewasalreadyawakeandplay- ingpossum."Iheardhimcomeinshesaid.Ijustwantedalittlemore sleep." IamtobringyoutoMadameCindersatyourearliestconvenience. The words rushed out of the little man's mouth in a highbreathy voice. WeheardyouthefirsttimeShrikesaid.ShesnuggledclosertoSpy- der. I'm not a morning person. It's afternoonma'am. Damn she said. All right. ThelittlemanremainedstandingasSpydercrawledoutofbedand begantolookforhisclothes.Primo'sattentionwasanxiousandunnerv- ing.LikewhataherddogmustmakeasheepfeellikeSpyderthought. Would you sit the hell down and relax? asked Spyder. Certainly. Primosatbutitdidn'thelpmuch.Heperchedontheedge ofthelittlechairhisattentionaskeenasever."Andcloseyoureyes whileshedressesSpyderadded.Thelittlemanclosedhiseyesand covered them with his hands. 59 christian louboutin studded |
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