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Chapter 8 I'm tearing up all the conversation patterns I've prepared for him. Poor guy, I feel sorry for him even a little bit. - In the holy books it is written about how to comprehend God. Read it - he gives me a stack of colored pamphlets. - Already comprehend? You seem to have promised to introduce us to each other - yes, I'm frankly mocking you, but my conscience doesn't bother me for some reason. - God loves you, - says Mormon stubbornly. They are probably taught that every time a door slams on their nose, it values them even more...

Chapter 7. Continuation 4 I definitely said something wrong. I'm so sorry, but I have no idea how to fix it, so I just shut up and wait for Sam's dark thoughts to fade like a tropical storm. But that doesn't happen. - Do you want to go to the salt lakes? Or on the way to the hotel we'll find a normal cafe and get drunk with Chinese noodles and sausages from the belly? - says Ding. I don't think he's planning this, but his tone of voice is pretty pitiful. - By the way, our hotel has a cool pool hall...

Chapter 7. Continuation 3 I hate museums. All this dusty waste paper and angry aunts in the corners that don't let you touch anything. I was once at the Portland History Museum, hiding there from the rain on the day of the free visit. Impressions remained the most unpleasant. But this museum turned out to be different. We entered the first hall, and I almost rushed back from the unexpected, so strange it was in the afternoon sun to be in total darkness. Of course, my eyes gradually got used to...

Chapter 7. Continuation 2 Of course, I am fascinated by the city tour, but the imaginary variety of sights quickly bores me. Almost every corner here belongs to the Mormon sect. Mormon Church, Mormon Park, Mormon Hospital, City Library with the same prefix in the name on the facade. All of this is open to ordinary mortals, but the constant invisible division into two classes is worse than in India with their casts. I wasn't in India, but I considered one Hindu-hustler as my friend for a while. That's what he told me...

Chapter 7. Continuation 1 By the way, I'm not so scared anymore. No, Winchester's still jarring, we get a signal, and the drivers of the neighboring cars are screaming in the lowered windows. But I don't have time to think about a possible death. I sucked a litre of mineral water into my body this morning to get rid of the taste of the pasta in my mouth, so now my thoughts are centered around the beautiful white toilet, which is waiting for me to give me an unearthly pleasure. Of course, I'd be happy to have a brush, too, and I'm very happy to...

Chapter 6. Continuation 3 - As you can see," Dean says businesswise, "we have a lot of connections across the country. And there are sources of information that ordinary people don't know, so we'll find your mother. All we have to do is... - Don't, - I shake my head. - I don't want to. - Why not? - Sam is amazed. It seems they are really trying to help. Or they perceive it as another matter. - Sharon went home," I explain. - That's where we'll meet. If I get ahead of her, well, I'm ready to wait...

Chapter 6. Continuation 2 Although I wouldn't be surprised if it did. I often thought about it, especially the night I went to a single client's apartment and there were four of them. The next morning, I went to a free clinic for the first and only time, spitting pride, although I thought I was going to die in a puddle of blood from my own intestines somewhere along the way. - I got out of the grave four months later," Dean continues, "right in the middle of the old cemetery, with all the weed lying around like an explosion...

Chapter 5: Buffalo! Continuation 3 The girl was in shock, and the brothers were acting like it was ridiculous. Sam announced that he knew this girl: "You're a neutral Indian tribe, aren't you? The one who lived here until he was carved by the Iroquois? The neutral had a shamanistic culture, but that didn't save them. That's where you got the rudiments of magic. Why did you decide to harm people with your gift... Where is your sanctuary? First, the girl waved her head, tense at every mention of her ancestors, then Sam promised her that they wouldn't hurt her if Magda's acne disappeared...

Chapter 5: Buffalo! Continuation 1 I remember we were sitting in the courtyard of that commune building where we were then trapped by the police. And it was a man who came from Alaska... what was his name... I don't remember. I forgot. I've been forgetting so much lately. I think I could have founded a new city and populated it with people I had forgotten. And it would have been bigger than Buffalo. - Hey, isn't it time for us to eat? - Dean says, and I shudder almost without dropping my pen. I hadn't written my last diary, a notebook of a hundred sheets, in four years...

Chapter 5: Buffalo! I see a small church on the edge of the village. Unlike all of Yellowhouse, it looks well-groomed, and I think a dark figure flashes in the distance. - Maybe we should go there and ask about Sharon Waters. - I ask Sam and Dean, who are walking around the car looking around. - Churches always know what's going on around them. Brothers look at each other: Dean is angry, but he's always angry, and Sam is worried, worried... very carefully. It's like he's afraid for his brother...

Chapter 5: Dallas. Continuation 1 People in Dallas are weird. They have helpless eyes and tight lips, their fingers are constantly moving, and I wouldn't say exactly what to expect from the locals - a blow or money, because some of them are trying to save, while others are still trying to kill their Kennedy. The Winchesters should not be from here. I asked them. Sam turned to me with surprise: "No, of course not. How could you think? We're from Lawrence, Kansas. We were a lot cooler than Dorothy in her cabin, though...

Chapter 6. Continuation 1 She was going home. - Sorry? - Sam just asked when we were going outside. I shook my shoulders then. But in fact, I felt like all the things I'd lost in my life, all my regrets, came out to play a sad blues for me. "Holiday Inn" isn't for people like us, so our unhappy trio is staying in a motel on the outskirts of town. It seems that even one star is too much for him. The facilities are on the floor here, but there's a sign saying, "No use, broken," and the porter explains that it's not too cold yet, you can go to the back yard to get some bushes...