The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color. It feels like it's being painted around me.
Markus ZusakI'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death
Markus ZusakFive hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.
Markus ZusakI want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.
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