Piercing

     A small living creature asleep in its crib. Like a labratory animal in a cage, thought Kawashima Masayuki. He used the palm of his hand to shade the penlight so that it illuminated only the babys form, leaving the rest of teh bedroom in darkness. Leaning in closer, he silently mouthed the words fast asleep. As Yokos pregancy had progressed and the fact that he was actually going to be a father began to sink in, hed worried  that the baby might have difficulty sleeping. Kawashima had suffered from insomnia since elemntary school, and, after all, his blood would run in this childs veins. He´d heard it was normal for newborns to sleep virtually around the clock; in fact, he seemed to recall some child-rearing expert describing sleep as an infants "job". What could be more tragic, then, than a baby insomniac?

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     Mia Thermopolise nimekiri  suurtest ja rammusatest valedest, mida ta on kõigile rääkinud.
Vale number üks: esiteks on loomulikult vale, et ma kõigisse õlikoolidesse sisse ei saanud. (Seda ei tea mitte keegi peale minu. Ja direktor Gupta. Ja minu vanemate.)
Vale number kaks: minu lõputöö kohta. Noh tegelikult ei olnud see mitte oliiviõli tootmisest Genovias umbes aastail 1254 - 1650, nagu ma kõigile rääkisin, vaid neljasaja leheline armastusromaan.
Vale number kolm: see, mida ma just Lanale rääkisin- et ma ei saa temaga koos šoppama minna, kuna pean pärast kooli John Paul Reynolds-Abernathy IV- ga hängima - kui tõde on hoopis... nojah. See pole mitte ainus põhjus , miks ma ei saa šoppama minna. Ma lihtsalt ei taha sellest talle rääkida, sest ma tean, mida ta ütleks. Ja ma lihtsalt  tunnen, et ma ei suudaks praegu  Lanaga jageleda