He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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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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