-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Стефани Майер
-
- Сумерки
-
- Стр. 165/547
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Next
,
"
he
repeated
.
I
looked
down
,
frustrated
.
I
unrolled
my
silverware
,
picked
up
my
fork
,
and
carefully
speared
a
ravioli
.
I
put
it
in
my
mouth
slowly
,
still
looking
down
,
chewing
while
I
thought
.
The
mushrooms
were
good
.
I
swallowed
and
took
another
sip
of
Coke
before
I
looked
up
.
"
Okay
,
then
.
"
I
glared
at
him
,
and
continued
slowly
.
"
Let
’
s
say
,
hypothetically
of
course
,
that
.
.
.
someone
.
.
.
could
know
what
people
are
thinking
,
read
minds
,
you
know
-
with
a
few
exceptions
.
"
"
Just
one
exception
,
"
he
corrected
,
"
hypothetically
.
"
"
All
right
,
with
one
exception
,
then
.
"
I
was
thrilled
that
he
was
playing
along
,
but
I
tried
to
seem
casual
.
"
How
does
that
work
?
What
are
the
limitations
?
How
would
.
.
.
that
someone
.
.
.
find
someone
else
at
exactly
the
right
time
?
How
would
he
know
she
was
in
trouble
?
"
I
wondered
if
my
convoluted
questions
even
made
sense
.
"
Hypothetically
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Sure
.
"
"
Well
,
if
.
.
.
that
someone
.
.
.
"
