środa, 22 września 2010


“Who did this?” Silas said, the disembodied toothbrush in his hand.

“I did,” I replied, turning away to hide my smile.

“But ... why? Why would you do that?” Silas said, incredulous that his father — who’d seemed so responsible until then — would do something so destructive.

“To save weight,” I said. “When you’re carrying all your stuff like this, you gotta trim weight wherever you can.”

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