When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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