"George Alec Effinger - Slow, Slow Burn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Effinger George Alec)

I was in happy mood, thinks Kit. But don't let me kid you, sweetie.

It's been great.

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тАЬSix o'clock in the morning, and the haggard winter sun is rising

over the red-tiled roofs of Santa Coloma. Wrapped in scarves,

packaged in parkas, slapping their mittened hands together to fend

off frostbite, Fawn and Dawn huddle against the fogged plate-glass

window of the Instant Memories Modshop on Bridger Parkway. Fawn

and Dawn are standing in a long line of people waiting for the

manager to open the store. They've been waiting all night in the cold

and wind and sleet, because today's the day Honey P├нlar's new

moddy, тАШSlow, Slow Burn,тАЩ goes on sale. Fawn and Dawn want to be

the first in their neighborhood to own the new Honey P├нlar. They

want to get it as soon as the shop opens and take it to school with


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them. Fawn and Dawn are in the ninth grade; these days in Santa

Coloma, ninth graders all have their skulls amped, except for the

trolls and feebs."

FAWN (shivering): My God, I haven't felt my toes since midnight.

DAWN: I haven't felt my lips. Or my nose, or my ears, or my

fingers.

FAWN: But if we leave now, I'm going to feel like a total fool.

DAWN: We can't leave now. These jerk-offs behind us will get our