As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
Markus Zusak...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.
Markus ZusakJust be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.
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