Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter V
Isn’titwarm?Isn’titfine?Anddon’tyoulovetoseeitcominginlikethatthroughthewindows,floodsofit;andallthelittledustinitshining?Wherethereislotsofsunlight,Ithinkthepeoplemustbeverygood.It’sonlywickedpeoplethatlovethedark.Andthewickedthingsarealwaysdoneandplannedinthedark,Ithink.Perhaps,too,that’swhyIhatethingsthataremysterious—thingsthatIcan’tsee,thathappeninthedark.”Shewrinkledhernosewithalittleexpressionofaversion.“Ihateamystery.Maybethat’swhyIamafraidinthedark—orwas.Ishouldn’tliketothinkthatanythingcouldhappenaroundmethatIcouldn’tseeorunderstandorexplain.”
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