My mouth opened. It happened. Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling. Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.
Markus ZusakI'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death
Markus ZusakSummer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
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