Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

“You know,' she begins, 'you fellas ought to be looking after each other.' Her c…”

“So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my…”

“She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it …”

“Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's …”