reading as a lifestyle

I opened the door. Hard breathing, fell out of the car. The road was completely deserted. - Are you okay? - A pillow! - Abigail was squeezed into the air. I would have used magic before, but I wasn't sure if the spell would work as it should, so I bypassed the car and freed Abigail myself. It was the first time I'd seen her so scared. - She's coming to us. The tower. I thought she hit her head, too, until I took a closer look. The tower was moving at the speed of a tired, heavyweight man. We...

Abigail asked me for a favor on the last day of the summer break. - You don't even have to get out of the car," she assured me. - Mom's always making a big deal out of it. Harving, this is part of London, not the North Pole. They write on the Internet that it is not far from there. The car is needed just in case - suddenly the film crew moved again. - Before I agree, I want to know what you're dragging me into? - With Abigail Camara, even though I've known her since I was a child, I had to keep my ears open...

Anyone who has not tasted coffee from the machine installed at the police station has no idea of any bad coffee. However, hospital coffee successfully refuted this theory: according to the stickers, the vending machines were produced by the same company, but the coffee tastes really disgusting here. Most likely, the blame for this was the gloomy news - in the hospital people died more often than in the station. Or in this way, the coffee lovers tried to get away from the addiction. However, I decided to take the risk, hoping that the latte would be less disgusting than the espresso...

Friday evening at the Dublin Castle was no different from any other evening of the day at the National Bureau of Criminal Investigation - the work was always and everywhere, the criminals, unfortunately, did not live in the rhythm of office plankton. Michael glanced from the doorstep at the anthill, which was made up of long rows of tables between which detectives and their numerous assistants came in and out, and sighed heavily. I didn't want to work creepily, I wanted to go home to the fireplace, and preferably with James...

I'm Tais. Fedya and I hit the ground. It's very sad that we will probably never see Moag again. - Taya, listen," Fedya said as they were leaving the Illegal Island. And now I was blocking the girl's name: Malika. And you and I can hide under that name. - How did you do that? - Tais was tired of talking. - Everyone will prepare us not to worry. Fedya leaned over Taia and gently kissed her on the lips. It's as if I'm not there," he continued. "You have to be in this girl's shoes. Do you understand? - Yes...