Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
Markus ZusakMaybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.
Markus ZusakLiesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
Markus ZusakMaybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.
Markus Zusak