robot29 декабря 2019В друзьяRonan didn’t reply, because he was a cloud. He was glad to be spared the conversation, really. Words felt exhausting and he was relieved to find he didn’t have the necessary parts to form them. He spread through the colorless sky and rained some more. He thundered a little.84
robot29 декабря 2019В друзьяHe looked like his brother, in a harder way, like Declan Lynch had been inserted into a pencil sharpener and Ronan Lynch had been taken out after.86
robot29 декабря 2019В друзья“Ink on your skin means you’re hiding things,” he told Ronan. “That’s what breathing means,” Ronan replied.81
robot29 декабря 2019В друзьяHis brother’s Declanisms never ceased to amaze Ronan; just when he felt he had reached peak Declan, he always dug deep and found another gear.80
robot29 декабря 2019В друзьяIt was not that he was stupid. It was more that he had a deliberate absence of intellectual skepticism.80
robot29 декабря 2019В друзьяThree other girls stood in the gray morning shadows. The light was poor, but to Myrtle, it seemed that they, too, looked very similar to Hennessy. At the very least they all stood like her, like they would fuck you or fuck you up.75
robot29 декабря 2019В друзьяThe opposite of magical is not ordinary. The opposite of magical is mankind. The world is a neon sign; it says HUMANITY but everything’s burnt out except MAN.69
