Life was, after all, like... «About a boy»
LazyBones23 мая 2011Life was, after all, like air. There seemed to be no way of keeping it out, or at a distance, and all he could do for the moment was live it and breathe it. How people managed to draw it down into their lungs without choking was a mystery to him: it was full of bits. This was air you could almost chew.
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