She looks up. She speaks in a whisper.
'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body.
'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold...
'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body.
'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold...
( Markus Zusak )
[ The Book Thief ]
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