The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered โShhh, Iโm here, its alright.โ After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the manโs gentleness, his thereness.
Markus ZusakI'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.
Markus ZusakAll told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those ten, six were stolen, one showed up at the kitchen table, two were made for her by a hidden Jew, and one was delivered by a soft, yellow-dressed afternoon.
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