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but she turned her head and started walking. Her golden hairs were dancing with the wind.
cool breeze of December.
i stared at her back.
she was not beautiful but she was something to think of.
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Glimpse
#the book thief
when she stopped breathing he stayed with her and I could sense he would hold her for hours...
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