A weekend of gloomy weather (preceded by 7 months of the same). Rain pelts on the tin roof answered with blanket cocoons, a hot cup of tea, and The Book Thief.
"I studied the blinding white-snow sky who stood at the window of the moving train. I practically inhaled it, but still, I wavered. I buckled--I became interested. In the girl. Curiosity got the better of me and I resigned myself to stay as long as my schedule allowed, and I watched."
I read the words aloud - delicious, idealized macabre morsels to compliment the smooth Earl Gray notes.
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