Цитата #944 из книги «"Этаж смерти" with W_cat»

“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing at all. I haven’t told her anything. Not a thing. I couldn’t. It’s all my secret. Nobody else knows a thing.”

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“They’re always in there,” he said. “Never exactly closed. Never exactly open, either.”

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“Also a message,” I said. “So think about it.”

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She ran over the gravel. Stood right in front of me.

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The fat guy at the big desk looked up at me as I was pushed in toward him. I saw him look blank, like he was trying to place me. He looked again, harder. Then he sneered at me and spoke in a wheezing gasp which would have been a shout if it hadn’t been strangled by bad lungs.

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