Markus Zusak

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To exemplify that particular situation, we can look

To exemplify that particular situation, we can look to a cool day in late June. Rudy, to put it mildly, was incensed. Who did Liesel Meminger think she was, telling him she had to take the washing and ironing alone today? Wasn’t he good enough to walk the streets with her?

Stop complaining, Saukerl, she reprimanded him. I just feel bad. You’re missing the game.
He looked over his shoulder.
Well, if you put it like that. There was a Schmunzel. You can stick your washing.
He ran off and wasted no time joining a team. When Liesel made it to the top of Himmel Street, she looked back just in time to see him standing in front of the nearest makeshift goals. He was waving.
Saukerl, she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that’s as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.

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I…” He struggled to answer. “When everything was

I…” He struggled to answer. “When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack… I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds.” He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months.There was no anger or reproach.It was Papa who spoke.How did it look?”Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. “There were stars,” he said. “They burned by eyes.

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