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The book thief [2], Marcus Zusak Thursday, February 21, 2008

Posted by Ágata in Citações.
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Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don’t want to hope for anything anymore.

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