Don't deceive me. Never leave me.
Midnight passes and I'm twenty-five days and a million years from becoming a man.
We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.
...the lesson of forever and ever is that knowing a man's mind ain't knowing the man.
Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.
I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.