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finns även på adlibris.
Hade svårt att bestämma mig så det blir två korta utdrag, från s. 11:
'Hello Miss Quill,' someone says as they walk past her and out of the door.
'Who the hell was that?' she wonders. They sounded infuriatingly cheerful. She's half a mind to give chase and push them into a puddle just to teach them a lesson about life. Lesson. Yes. It was Danielle Westby, year eleven. She has tried to teach her physics. Tried to teach her physics in the same way one might try to teach a dog how to repair the engine on a light craft.
Miss Quill. A pretend name for a pretend human. How tedious it all is.
Och från s. 13:
'Hello,' says the man behind the counter. 'Would you like a bag?'
'Absolutely. With the way today's been going, I can suffocate myself with it later.'
He looks confused for a moment. 'They put little holes in them now,' he says eventually, 'so you can't.'
She asks for a small bottle of vodka as well, because this amount of being dull and human demands a reward.
Fler smakbitar hittar du hos Astrid Terese. Ha en härlig söndag!