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

Lips failed again; the smile was a twitch of red.

Frosh, live it up!

Lay off, Len, jab your own dates.

But we gotta teach frosh how to mussle-tussle!

Lay off, I said! She's my date!

The black car roaring, chasing its own light. Peggy anchored down the
feeling hand with hers. The wind whistled over them and grabbed down chilly
fingers at their hair. She didn't want his hand there but she felt grateful to
him.