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Название книги: Thirteen Reasons Why
Автор(ы): Jay Asher
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Thirteen-Reasons-Why-149625.html
© 2007
For Joan Marie“Sir?” she repeats. “How soon do you want it to get there?”I rub two fingers, hard, over my left eyebrow. The throbbing has become intense. “It doesn’t matter,” I say.The clerk takes the package. The same shoebox that sat on my porch less than twenty-four hours ago; rewrapped in a brown paper bag, sealed with clear packing tape, exactly as I had received it. But now addressed with a new name. The next name on Hannah Baker’s list.“Baker’s dozen,” I mumble. Then I feel disgusted for even noticing it.“Excuse me?”I shake my head. “How much is it?”She places the box on a rubber pad, then punches a sequence on her keypad.I set my cup of gas-station coffee on the counter and glance at the screen. I pull a few bills from my wallet, dig some coins out of my pocket, and place my money on the counter.“I don’t think the coffee’s kicked in yet,” she says. “You’re missing a dollar.”I hand over the extra dollar, then rub the sleep from my eyes. The coffee’s lukewarm when I take a sip, maki
Название книги: Thirteen Reasons Why
Автор(ы): Jay Asher
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Thirteen-Reasons-Why-149625.html
© 2007
For Joan Marie“Sir?” she repeats. “How soon do you want it to get there?”I rub two fingers, hard, over my left eyebrow. The throbbing has become intense. “It doesn’t matter,” I say.The clerk takes the package. The same shoebox that sat on my porch less than twenty-four hours ago; rewrapped in a brown paper bag, sealed with clear packing tape, exactly as I had received it. But now addressed with a new name. The next name on Hannah Baker’s list.“Baker’s dozen,” I mumble. Then I feel disgusted for even noticing it.“Excuse me?”I shake my head. “How much is it?”She places the box on a rubber pad, then punches a sequence on her keypad.I set my cup of gas-station coffee on the counter and glance at the screen. I pull a few bills from my wallet, dig some coins out of my pocket, and place my money on the counter.“I don’t think the coffee’s kicked in yet,” she says. “You’re missing a dollar.”I hand over the extra dollar, then rub the sleep from my eyes. The coffee’s lukewarm when I take a sip, maki
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