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Hassan couldn’t read a first-grade textbook but he’d read me plenty. That was a little unsettling, but also sort of comfortable to have someone who always knew what you needed.

Amir, The Kite Runner
  • Seamless– smooth and continuous.
  • Muffled– not loud.
  • Turnip qurma
  • undefined
  • Epilepsy– a neurological disorder.
  • Flannel– is a soft woven fabric.
  • Crunched– crushed.
  • Tar– a dark, thick flammable liquid.
    • undefined
  • Gashes– a long, deep cut or wound.
  • Huddle– come together, gather, pile etc.
  • Specter– ghost.
  • Moochi– cobbler.
    • undefined
  • Trapdoor
    • undefined
  • Outlasted– live or last longer than.
  • Tugging– pulling.
  • Squinting– have eyes that look in different directions.
  • Jerking– move or cause to move.
  • Shoved– push roughly.
  • Envied– grudge,jealousy.
  • Glimpse– a momentary or partial view.
  • Battering– the action of striking repeatedly with hard blows.
  • Lettuce
    • undefined
  • Popped– make or cause to make a light explosive sound.
    • undefined
  • Indignation– anger or annoyance.
    • undefined
  • Plummeting– fall or drop straight down at high speed.
  • Lurking– to wait or move in a secret way so that you cannot be seen.
    • undefined
  • Clinking– making a sharp ringing sound.
  • Grunt– a low, short sound.
  • Paghman– a district in Afghanistan.
  • Panjpar- a kind of game.
    • undefined
  • Scratchy-rough, unpleasant.
  • Grinning– smile broadly, often baring the teeth
  • Shrugging-doubt, ignorance.

He knew I had betrayed him and yet he was rescuing me once again, maybe for the last time. I loved him in that moment, loved him more than I’d ever loved anyone, and I wanted to tell them all that I was the snake in the grass, the monster in the lake. I wasn’t worthy of this sacrifice; I was a liar, a cheat, and a thief. I wanted to be able to breathe again.

Amir, The Kite Runner

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything — that’s how it is between people who are each other’s first memories.

Amir, The Kite Runner

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