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What good was it if it brought you to such things? Bad eyes and bad blood-pressure were one thing; bad ideas, bad dreams, and bad ends were another. After awhile you wanted to say to God, ah, come on, Big Boy, quit it. You lost your innocence when you grew up, all right, everyone knew that, but did you have to lose your hope, as well? What good was it to kiss a girl on the Ferris wheel when you were eleven if you were to open the paper eleven years later and learn that she had burned to death in a slummy little house on a slummy little dead-end street? What good was it to remember her beautiful alarmed eyes or the way the sun had shone in her hair?
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И вновь скучная телесерость, даже не досмотрел. У этого Гарриса хоть один нормальный фильм есть?
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книга...я прочитала ее полгода назад, но ее просто не возможно забыть! Прочитав "Кладбище домашних животных" теперь я читаю только книги Стивена Кинга. Эта книга просто Шедевр! Книга потрясает,завораживает и ...
P.S.: словами не передать те чувства,что возникают при ее чтении..просто ...ЭТО НАДО ПРОЧИТАТЬ! Стаси
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