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and turned and smiled if only he could have seen the book thief on her hands and

knees, next to his decimated body. Hed have been glad to witness her kissing his
dusty, bomb-hit lips.

Yes, I know it.

In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. Hed have loved it, all right.

You see?

Even death has a heart.