Things grew less and less... «The Crying of Lot 49»
innashpitzberg28 сентября 2012Things grew less and less clear. At some point she went into the bathroom, tried to find her image in the mirror and couldn't. She had a moment of nearly pure terror. Then remembered that the mirror had broken and fallen in sink. "Seven years' bad luck," she said aloud.
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