For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

Markus Zusak
For two days I went about my business. I travelled...
For two days I went about my business. I travelled...
For two days I went about my business. I travelled...
For two days I went about my business. I travelled...
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When I was a boy, my mother used to tell me that if I wanted something, I should believe hard enough that it would happen. So, I would go to school every day and believe that the world was mine. I would study all day and then go home at night to do my homework. I never got good grades in school because I spent all my time studying instead of actually learning.

Source: The Book Thief

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