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The morning after they lowered Dan into the frozen ground, Ellie Goodwin drove to the park bench that
Erano le undici passate. Avevo stappato un bicchiere di Montepulciano e stavo affondando nel divano
השעה הייתה כמעט אחת־עשרה בלילה. מחוץ לחלון נשבה רוח סתווית קרירה, וטיפות גשם דקות התחילו לטפוח על התריסים.
Die Sonne stand schon tief hinter dem Bettenhochhaus, als Sabine Hartmann den Motor abstellte und den
O ginásio da escola fervia com o burburinho das famílias, o cheiro de café fresco e bolo de fubá, e aquele
V aule žilinskej univerzity bolo dusno, hoci klimatizácia išla na plné obrátky. Stála som v piatom rade
Am ajuns la vechea hală industrială când beculeţele încă se stingeau în vitrină. Era o dimineaţă de octombrie
Nunca supe si llamarlo traición o simple vergüenza. Tal vez ambas. El caso es que Gael, mi hijo, a quien
My hands have always told the truth I never could. They’re cracked riverbeds of scar tissue, fingertips
The overhead lights inside the auditorium were blinding, but I was safely tucked into a patch of shadow









