Ваша оценкаI was bone-tired when I locked the last gas pump, turned off the lights and closed the garage door. It had been a long day. One of an endless number of days. I crossed the concrete apron, got in my jalopy and started the motor. I gave the filling station a last look. It was tired and grubby in the early night. I'd really tried to make a go of it here, but one man can only do so much. All I wanted was to get a hot bath, food, and some sleep. I lived half a mile down the road from the stati...
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