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"I see you still have the barefoot thing going on. "I'll always hate shoes." "We'll play that game," I said. "That game you made up to beat the hell out of your tennis shoes." "It was fun, wasn't it?" The way he said that. Like he knew we would never play that game again. We were too old now. We'd lost something and we both knew it. We didn't say anything for a long time. We just sat there on his front steps. Waiting. I looked over and saw Legs resting her head on Dante's lap.
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I wondered where he'd learned to draw. I was suddenly jealous of him. He could swim, he could draw, he could talk to people. He read poetry and he liked himself. I wondered how that felt, to really like yourself. And I wondered why some people didn't like themselves and others did. Maybe that's just the way it was.
Yıllar geçti. Kader ve aradaki zor yıllar karla kaplı ek binadan çok uzaklara sürükledi beni. Şimdi oralarda neler oluyordur, kimler vardır acaba? Eminim şimdi daha iyi durumdadır oralar. Binayı beyaza boyamışlardır, belki de yeni çarşaflar bile vardır. Elektrik yoktur tabii. Belki şimdi bu satırları yazarken genç bir baş, bir hastanın göğsüne doğru eğiliyordur. Gaz lambasının sarımsı ışığı vuruyordur hastanın sarımsı bedenine... Selam olsun sana yoldaş!

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Puan vermedi·168 syf.·
2022 66. kitabı
Mihail Bulgakov
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