the friday 56

The Friday 56

*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that's ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it)
*Post it.

I'm reading Still Lives.

From page 112, since I'm still reading it (and I'm almost done):

My morning is a blur of sick and head split. A series of decisions followed by stunned immobility. Pulling on jeans. Lurching to the toilet. Back to bed. Glass of water. Kim Lord's flash drive tumbling from my night table. Retrieved. Its flat bullet shape in my hand. Why did Greg have it? More sleep, troubled by nausea and worry.

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