Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men, pp. 27

10-11-2008

GAMANÇOS, PROSA

Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men, pp. 27

He walked out slowly to where the other bodies lay. The shotgun was gone. The moon was already a quarter ways up. All but day bright. He felt like something in a jar.

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