For hours she sat with him as he shivered and slept.
'Don't die' she whispered. 'Please, Max, just don't die.'
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox.
The colder he became, the more he melted.
'Don't die' she whispered. 'Please, Max, just don't die.'
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox.
The colder he became, the more he melted.
( Markus Zusak )
[ The Book Thief ]
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