Grab a book nearest to you go to page 20 find line 5 and tell me what it says ;o this is wot mine says :> "No,don't,a little voice in her head said. But
anthipathy, n. antipatiya, inis, pagkainis. The closes book to me was my Filipino-English Dictionary from last year.
'Of no account, I think. May I see your books?' Spoiler: Whole page cause YOLO 'Kids think farts are funny,' Ted Brautigan said, nodding. 'Yeah, to a man my age, though, they're just a part of life's increasingly strange business. Ben Jonson said a good many wise things between farts. Not so many, as Dr Johnson - Samuel Johnson, that would be - but still a good many.' 'And Boris...' 'Pasternak. A Russian,' Mr Brautigan said dismissively. 'Of no account, I think. May I see your books?' Bobby handed them over. Mr Brautigan (Ted, he reminded himself, you're supposed to call him Ted) passed the Perry Mason back after a cursory glance at the title. The Clifford Simak novel he held longer, at first squinting at the cover through the curls of cigarette smoke that rose past his eyes, then paging through it. He nodded as he did so. 'I have read this one,' he said. 'I had a lot of time to read previous to coming here.' 'Yeah?' Bobby kindled. 'Is it good?' 'One of his best,' Mr Brautigan - Ted- replied. He looked sideways at Bobby, one eye open, the other still squinted shut against the smoke. It gave him a look that was at once wise and mysterious, like a not-quite-trustworthy character in a detective movie. 'But are you sure you can read this? You can't be much more than twelve.' 'I'm eleven,' Bobby said. He was delighted that Ted thought he might be as old as twelve. 'Eleven today. I can read it. I won't be able to understand it all, but if it's a good story, I'll like it.' 'Your birthday!' Ted said, looking impressed. He took a final drag on his cigarette, then flicked it away. It hit the cement walk and fountained sparks. 'Happy birthday, dear Robert, happy birthday to you!' 'Thanks. Only, I like Bobby a lot better.' 'Bobby, then. Are you going out to celebrate?' 'Nah, my mom's got to work late.' 'Would you like to come up to my little place? I don't have much, but I know how to open a can. Also, I might have a pastry-'
I'm reading one of my old favorite books. xD Heh. Spoiler: Ehm, this is my book Mrs. Curie peered around the room. I wondered if she was looking out for tennis balls before she turned around and wrote this on the board: Why would you eat animals that taste bad?
"Well... it's like I just had a mighty long dream ya see... But I can't seem to remember what it was about..." "Eren?" IT COUNTS AS A BOOK RIGHT IF IT DOESN'T THEN I REGRET NOTHING @anratork59 wild guess, they were in a hospital?
Ummm.... Don't blame me.. "The Enderbrine is nothing but a fantasy, a fantasy that is twisted-mind. Don't fall in his flirt trap" ... ._. Blame my dead friend.
There are no shortcuts when it comes to becoming a great 3D artist. It takes talent, determination and hundreds and hundreds of hours of hard graft. Not only do you need the same artistic chops as a sculptor or a painter, Dat book :/