She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.
Markus ZusakPapa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.
Markus ZusakIโm Angelina,โ she says. โAre you here to save us?โ I can see a tiny spark of hope awaken in her eyes. โYouโre right, Angelina - Iโm here to save you.โ โCan you? Really?โ โIโll try,โ I say and the girl smiles.
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