Mother was dead. Thinds... «The Blind Assassin»
inkunabel26 марта 2013Mother was dead. Thinds would never be the same. I was told to keep a stiff upper lip. Who told me that? Reenie certainly, Father perhaps. Funny, they never say anything about the lower lip. That's the one you're supposed to bite, to substitute one kind of pain for another.
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