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The Power of Hope
Rosa had already considered that. “No. We have to keep these curtains open in the day or else it looks suspicious.” “Good point.” Hans carried him out. Blankets in hand, Liesel watched. Limp feet and hanging hair in the hallway. One shoe had fallen off him. “Move.” Mama marched in behind them, in her waddlesome…
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Max Vandenburg’s Illness and the Compassion of the Hubermanns
When she was close enough, she saw it move past him, but he soon caught up. His hand reached in and collared what was now a soggy block of cardboard and paper. “The Whistler!” the boy called out. It was the only book floating down the Amper River that day, but he still felt the…
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Rudy Steiner and Liesel Meminger
Rudy looked up. “Sorry?” The question was repeated, and the very stupid Rudy Steiner, who knew all too well that it was April 20, 1889, answered with the birth of Christ. He even threw in Bethlehem as an added piece of information. Franz smeared his hands together. A very bad sign. He walked over to…
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