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guilt, there was also the juvenile trace of laughter.
As she rode, she tried to tell herself something.
You dont deserve to be this happy, Liesel. You really dont.
Can a person steal happiness? Or is it just another internal, infernal human trick?
Liesel shrugged away from her thoughts. She crossed the bridge and told Rudy
to hurry up and not to forget the book.
They rode home on rusty bikes.
They rode home a couple of miles, from summer to autumn, and from a quiet
night to the noisy breath of the bombing of Munich.
