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I looked out the window. The grass was a green I'd never seen before, and there were rosebushes in every color. I stared at them. They were beautiful, just like Magda had said.

I almost believed it. She was right. I should be nicer. I didn't know why I was mean and cruel sometimes. Sometimes I'd told myself I'd be nicer to people. But always, in an hour or so, I forgot it, because it felt good to be on top of them all. Maybe a psychologist, one of those guys on TV, would say I did it to feel important, because my parents didn't pay attention to me or something. But that wasn't it, not really. It was just, like, sometimes I couldn't help it.

I wondered if all poor people got that excited over stupid little things like that. I couldn't remember the last time I was excited about anything.

Then you'd better hope you never get ugly, Kyle. You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most, and if you ever lost your good looks, I bet you wouldn't be smart or strong enough to get them back. Kyle Kingsbury, you are beastly.

"Is that what you think?" She raised a dark eyebrow. "That we should all transform ourselves to be as you want us to be, Kyle Kingsbury?"

"They're sheep, following the herd. They vote for the so-called popular people because it's simple. Surface beauty, blond hair, blue eyes"- she was looking at me-"is always easy to recognize. But if someone is braver, stronger, smarter, that's harder to see."

BeastNYC: OK. It all started because of a witch. Froggie: thts hw they all strt

Yeah, right. But there was a time when I would have said about a fat girl, "She's a beast." I'm not a beast like that. I'm an animal. Fur, claws, you name it. Everything about me is an animal, except the inside. On the inside, I'm human still.

Нью-Йорк на восходе — самое удивительное место в мире. Люди обожают смотреть на силуэт Манхэттена. Но куда прекраснее видеть, как над такими разными городскими зданиями поднимается солнечный диск. Это особенно прекрасно, если смотришь на восход и держишь за руку любимую девушку.

Может, завести себе домашнего питомца? Скорее всего, кота, поскольку его не надо выгуливать.
Я мысленно представил ситуацию. Одного кота станет мало. Появится второй, третий и... я окончу свои дни сумасшедшим стариком в окружении кошачьего выводка в несколько десятков голов.

Но мечтать можно сколько угодно. А надежды чаще всего не сбываются.

Мне хотелось отдать этой девчонке все. Даже ее свободу.

«Я люблю тебя, Линди».

Я не осмелился произнести это вслух.