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Papa

Hans Hubermann, you had to love the man. (pg. 342) he has soft, gentle eyes, the color of melting silver, metallic. (pg. 34, 36) a tired smile to match, (pg. 64) but had a roaring laugh. (pg. 67) his face wondered and traveled, but disclosed no answers. (pg. 71) always defends and protects, even when angry or upset. (pg. 244) his voice quiet and calm. (pg. 498) escaped two deaths (pg. 34) before dying in his sleep. (pg. 498) kind, yet stupid makes him an idiot, but he's only a man. (pg. 204) he never failed her. (pg. 493) he was always there (pg. 34) at least by midscream. (pg. 36) he always knew what to say. (pg. 65) "shh, it's alright. I'm here." (pg. 36, 37)
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Written by
ashley-mellinger
21 / F / Neverland
Published
Jun 3, 2016
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27·127
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A found poem from "the Book Thief" by Markus Zusak.

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