carl

It wasn__ really a loud-mouthed, hyperactive little pig-tailed blonde that made Carl cringe. It was what I represented. While his upbringing was battered humiliation, I was spoiled, doted on, and spoon-fed by the world. I don__ think he was even aware of his intentions to reduce that child to his own state of self-loathing, but he was truly brilliant at it.

Carl Mørck, am I disturbing you? said a voice at the door, which made his blood boil and turn to ice at the same time. His spinal cord sent five commands through his infrastructure: get rid of the eraser, cover the last line, put away the cigarette, drop the stupid facial expression, close your mouth!

The sun beasts the shit out of a dirty road called Raton Pass where the closest thing to a pair of matching earring is a guy named Carl who punches you in the head with his fist.

So how long do I have before__hat were their names? Carl and Rosa? Yeah, that__ them. How long do I have before they come back?___ don__ know. Maybe...maybe an hour or so?_ My hands felt incredibly small in his.That lopsided grin was back. __ doubt they__ be happy to find me here.___hy?__is brows rose. __aybe I__ wrong. They used to coming home to find some strange guy sitting on their couch?__ rolled my eyes.__hat__ it, isn__ it?_ Rider tugged on my hands, and I rose, letting him pull me down to the couch beside him. He leaned back, sliding one arm around my shoulders and tucking me against his side. __ust par for the course with you, huh?__ didn__ know what to do with my hands since he__ let go of them, so I folded them in my lap. ____e never had a...guy here.__ider stiffened and then he twisted his neck so he was looking at me.Did I seriously admit that out loud? Squeezing my eyes shut, I sighed. ____ just...going to shut up now.__e chuckled. __on__ do that. I like listening to you talk.