Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like them clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.
Markus Zusak
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Markus Zusak
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like them clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.
