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Cassandra Parkin

The Slaughter Man

  • buithithuha2k4цитируетв прошлом году
    customs and practices
  • buithithuha2k4цитируетв прошлом году
    sit glossy and silent
  • buithithuha2k4цитируетв прошлом году
    At the front of the church
  • Jen Austinцитирует2 года назад
    and then the horror of her thoughts crowded in so fast that she could hardly breathe for guilt. She was imagining her parents picking out her own coffin. She was dreaming of her
  • Jen Austinцитирует2 года назад
    How can you possibly have picked that one? She wouldn’t want that one, she’d want a black one, we both would. God, if you pick one like that for me…
  • Jen Austinцитирует2 года назад
    Wake up, Willow thinks. This is a dream. You don’t need to stay here. Wake up and get out of here. None of this happened. You don’t need to be here. It’s only a dream. She closes her eyes, fierce and tight. When she reopens them, she can feel the rustling that comes from the excited agitation of the thousands of tiny feathers, covering the bird-heads of the congregation.
  • Jen Austinцитирует2 года назад
    each wearing their bird-heads,
  • Jen Austinцитирует2 года назад
    She knows what’s coming next because she’s had this dream before.
  • Jen Austinцитирует2 года назад
    Wake up, Willow thinks. Wake up. This is your last chance. Do it. Do it now. Right now. Wake up. Wake up! And she’s not sure if she’s talking to her twin, or herself.
  • Jen Austinцитирует2 года назад
    Is it me they’re burying today, or is it her? Which of us is still alive and which of us is dead? What if I’m not Willow at all, what if I’m Laurel and I don’t know it? What if she thinks she’s me? What happens then?
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