“If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Sometimes she sat against the wall, longing for the warm finger of paint to wander just once more down the side of… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
