“Hurry up,” Rudy warned her. But very calmly and cleanly, Liesel walked over, picked up the book, and made her way cautiously out. Headfirst, she climbed from the window, managing to land on her feet again, feeling the pang of pain once more, this time in her ankles. “Come on,” Rudy implored her. “Run, run. […]
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She remained on the steps, waiting for Papa, watching the stray ash and the corpse of collected books.Everything was sad. Orange and red embers looked like rejected candy, and most of the crowd had vanished.She’d seen Frau Diller leave (very satisfied) and Pfiffikus (white hair, a Nazi uniform, the same dilapidatedshoes, and a triumphant whistle).
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