– Да я, в общем, не за тебя беспокоюсь, – пояснил Дуглас. – Я больше насчет того, как Бог управляет миром. Том задумался. – Ничего, Дуг, – сказал он наконец. – Он все-таки старается.
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The world slipped bright over the glassy round of his eyeballs like images sparked in a crystal sphere. Flowers were sun and fiery spots of sky strewn through the woodland. Birds flickered like skipped stones across the vast inverted pond of heaven. His breath raked over his teeth, going in ice, coming out fire. Insects shocked the air with electric clearness. Ten thousand individual hairs grew a millionth of an inch on his head. He heard the twin hearts beating in each ear, the third heart beating in his throat, the two hearts throbbing his wrists, the real heart pounding his chest. The million pores on his body opened.
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