"Dance Of the Dead" - читать интересную книгу автора (Matheson Richard)


none" > Good enough, said Bud and squeezed her leg. Good enough
up here, right, Peg?



Peggy's throat moved in the dark and the wind clutched harshly at her
hair. She'd heard of it, she'd read of it but never had she thought she'd—



Choose your school friends carefully darling. Be very careful.




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none" >But when no one spoke to you for two whole months? When you were lonely
and wanted to talk and laugh and be alive? And someone spoke to you finally and
asked you to go out with them?



I yam Popeye, the sailor man! Bud sang.



In back, they crowed artificial delight. Bud was taking a course in