The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they were older and had moved out... Soon they would be both in the war. One would be making bullets. The other would be shooting them.

Markus Zusak
The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they...
The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they...
The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they...
The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they...
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The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they were older and had moved out...Soon they would be both in the war. One would be making bullets. The other would be shooting them. The Hubbermanns were known for their many children.

Each time they had a child, they named it after one of their children that was already living. They had two of their own (children), but they were older and had moved out to go to school or live with another family. Soon they would be both in the war, one making bullets and the other shooting them for the army.

Source: The Book Thief

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