Fahrenheit 451 Audiobook Novels & Stories

I wish I had kicked his face. Why didn't I do that? It's best not to dwell on things that give you a high blood pressure. "I am leaving." The memory has given me a sour mouth. "I don't want to continue today." "The driver will take you back," Harvey tells me nonchalantly as he opens a copy of Fahrenheit 451. "Take some rest." It seems that he doesn't want to follow me to the car today. The book must be interesting then. I walk out of the room and get on the elevator.

“Because 7 doesn’t need sorry. 7 needs home. I got home. I’ll give 7 home.” He walked away. Back to Lily. Back to blocks. _Thump._ *4:17 PM. [SFX: FIREPLACE. THEN PAPER. THEN ASH.]* Living room. Not cold. March. 73 degrees. Fire anyway. Me. Adrian. Susan. Bear. Kids. Backyard. With Margaret. With lasagna. Number 15. “I’m learning,” she said. Box. On floor. Not _COURT._ Burned 272 days ago.