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Wysłany: Wto 17:48, 15 Lut 2011 Temat postu: On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published bbaahaal |
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keitwasintended
moreasadecorationthanafunctionalpieceoffurniturewasapale
small man in a brown suit at least two sizes too small for him.
Whoareyou?
askedSpyderhopinghewasn'tabouttostartthe
whole dream over again.
Themanstoodupandmadeasmallstiffbow."IamPrimoKosinski.I
have been sent to fetch the Butcher Bird to Madame Cinders' home."
SpydershookShrikethenrealizedshewasalreadyawakeandplay-
ingpossum."Iheardhimcomeinshesaid.Ijustwantedalittlemore
sleep."
IamtobringyoutoMadameCindersatyourearliestconvenience.
The words rushed out of the little man's mouth in a highbreathy voice.
WeheardyouthefirsttimeShrikesaid.ShesnuggledclosertoSpy-
der. I'm not a morning person.
It's afternoonma'am.
Damn she said. All right.
ThelittlemanremainedstandingasSpydercrawledoutofbedand
begantolookforhisclothes.Primo'sattentionwasanxiousandunnerv-
ing.LikewhataherddogmustmakeasheepfeellikeSpyderthought.
Would you sit the hell down and relax?
asked Spyder.
Certainly.
Primosatbutitdidn'thelpmuch.Heperchedontheedge
ofthelittlechairhisattentionaskeenasever."Andcloseyoureyes
whileshedressesSpyderadded.Thelittlemanclosedhiseyesand
covered them with his hands.
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