PETER ERICSON MANN leaned back in his chair and let his hands fall listlessly from the typewriter to his lap.
He raised them again and laboriously pecked out a few words.
It was no use.
He got up, walked to one of the front windows of the dingy old studio and peered gloomily out at the bare trees and brown grass patches of Washington Square.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● ISBN 9786050431742 ● Mărime fișier 0.8 MB ● Editura Samuel Merwin ● Publicat 2016 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 6873765 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor DRM social