"Alex Irvine - For Now It's Eight O'Clock" - читать интересную книгу автора (Irvine Alexander C)

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we'd have had to come up with some kind of fairy tale, and we'd the first
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That night, Jeff was a bit more loaded than usual. Or that might have him, and
Choice the last,
been an illusion. Maybe he'd just come to the point where he
before
couldn't take it any more: Sharon upstairs crying in front of the
mirror, him crocked because he couldn't face her, his little girl gone. she left
him here
Everything slowly falling apart.
alone
"I'm going to get that Wee Willie Winkie," he said again. "Tomorrowwith It.
night. You with me?"
Heroic
Was I with him? Lordy, I thought, how was I involved in this? Measures
Which was cowardly, yes. But it was my thought.
by
See, I don't have any kids. I get up in the morning, go to work, Matthew
sizzle up something on the stove, and kick back with the tube until I Johnson
fall asleep on the couch. Used to be I'd turn up the volume around
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eight so I wouldn't have to hear Wee Willie. Usually I heard him
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anyway, and more often than not I found myself catching an
involuntary glimpse of him through one of my front windows. If I'd r 2006