“she says, her words tinged with sorrow. I stop, go and sit on the edge of her bed. We sit, silent. "I… — Carol O'Dell Copy Share Image
This world,' she said. 'Do you really like it?' What a question! Farid never asked himself such things. He was glad to… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
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