Audiobook Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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If I have learned anything from this city, it's that you can put a price on anything, secrets, reputations, a life and trust. If you have to ask, you can't afford it. But then I suppose none of that matters if you're me after all. When did I ever pay for anything? Come here, boy, the first sergeant says he walks a little distance from the Jeep and waves Miller over Miller follows him. Something is wrong. Miller can tell because the first sergeant called him, boy, instead of **** bird already, he feels a burning in his left side where his ulcer is. The first sergeant stares down the road. Here's the thing. He begins, he stops and turns to Miller. Well, ******* it. Anyway, did you know your mother was sick? You are not a good person? You know that right? Good people don't end up here. Most people think that time is like a river flowing swift and sure in one direction. But I have seen the face of time and I can tell you they are wrong. Time is an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I am and why I say this. Sit down and I will tell you a tale like none you have ever heard what is man, a miserable little pile of secrets. The best solution to a problem is usually the easiest one. And I'll be honest, killing you is hard. You know what my days used to be like I just tested, nobody murdered me or put me in a potato or fed me to birds. I had a pretty good life and then you showed up you dangerous mute lunatic. So you know what? You win. Just go. It's been fun. Don't come back. They sat in silence. The longest silence that had ever passed between them. Sasha looked at the window pane rinsed with rain, smearing lights in the falling dark. She lay with her body tensed, claiming the couch, her spot in this room, her view of the window and the walls, the faint hum that was always there when she listened and these minutes of causes time another, then another, then one more.