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Tell me what you think of this game, I don't think I'll ever buy it.
- It's just a TV show and a dice game.
Light breeze, smell of the sea...
He said, "I know you have yellow sheets!"
He stood at the window.
"I'm awake," he said. "Look!"
It was dark outside. The time was nearing midnight. After a while, a car came around the corner. There are so few lights on the streets of Montreal that it is impossible to know where to sit down.
Outside the window was the most ordinary day. With every minute it was approaching its climax, the moment when the twilight would become impenetrable.
The house became dark.
He looked out the window.
The windows of the dark houses seemed to be his eyes, his mouth was open, and his fist was clenched.
The car turned into a park and stopped.
Suddenly he felt like a cage.
A man in a dark blue police uniform got out of the car and walked towards the house.
Jack felt someone touch him.
His head and shoulders relaxed.
Door opened.
The policeman entered.
When he spoke, his voice was firm and calm:
- Where's Billy McFinn
- I do not know.
For a moment, Jack felt like a hedgehog climbing into a box he hadn't opened in so long.
Then...
Damn, I feel the rain again.
You've come.
I don't have long left. I can no longer be the way I am now. I would like to...
The voices were silent.
Night is no longer night.
All that was left was to live.
Jack's voice:
"Don't ask where Billy is."
Billy's voice:
Where can I find it
The voice of J.
I'm here.
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Evening
Lanterns were burning along the road along which we were walking.
We went from house to house, from street to street, from lamppost to lamppost.
The streets at night were not noisy or bright. It was an ordinary ordinary evening.
Large, sooty street lamps crackled; lights were on in most houses.
And only one window had a light on. The window was open, on the windowsill stood a bottle of wine in which floated a lone lone lit cigarette.
It was the kitchen.
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