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Wysłany: Sob 14:34, 19 Lut 2011 Temat postu: On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published bbaaafum |
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tomers. Two middle-aged men talking in
a hush at a back table. Some very important matter by the look of things. A plot to assassinate
Darth Vader? And sitting at a table directly to their righta girl of twelve or thirteenplugged in
to a Walk mansipping a drink through a straw. She was a pretty girl. Her long hairunnaturally
straightdraped silkily against the edge of the table. She tapped her fingers on the tabletop
keeping time to the rhythm she was hearing. Her long fingers made a more childlike impression
than the rest of her. Not that she was trying to act like an adult. Nonot disagreeable or
arrogantbut aloof.
Yetin factthe girl wasn't looking at anything. She was completely oblivious to her
surroundings. She was wearing jeans and white mbt footwear ukConverse All Stars and a sweatshirt emblazoned
with GENESISsleeves rolled up to her elbowsand she seemed to be concentrating entirely on
the music. Sometimes she'd move her lips to form fragments of lyrics.
“Lemonade” the bartender volunteeredas if to excuse the presence of a minor. “The
girl's waiting for her mother.”
“Hmm” I answerednoncommital. Certainlyyou don't go into a hotel bar after ten at
night and expect to find a young girl sitting by herself with a |
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