Page 384 - The Book Thief
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Are you hurt, Papa?
She received questions rather than an answer.
What was I thinking? His eyes closed tighter and opened again. His overalls
creased. There was paint and blood on his hands. And bread crumbs. How
different from the bread of summer. Oh my God, Liesel, what have I done?
Yes.
I must agree.
What had Papa done?
