hills. at night a portion of the project was closed to us by means of a big square gate made of brass. one cold evening i was depositing the garbage from supper behind our dormitory when i saw a torch and the shape of a man passing through the grass gate. i walked over. “i knew it was you,” i said to tom. “it’s open,” he said. “shallwww.zcaimao.com
we go in?” “don’t you know we shouldn’t ?” i said. “you still haven’t adjusted to the company.” “adjust?” he said. “i’d rather quit. come. what are you afraid of? don’t you want to investigate this portion?” he knew i did. already it seemed inevitable that i would to with him. i only feared that the torch would be noticeable on the tv monitor of the chief watchman. “turn off the torch,” i said, and we walked through the brass square gate. tom and i penetrated all