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     Their eyes meet and Liesel quickly looks down, embarrassed to be caught longing after food in such a manner. If Mama ever caught her doing that, the wooden spoon would be clobbering around her head faster than she could think. But still, the desperate want for such sugar is so gripping, and before she can stop herself, Liesel calls out.

         ”Was Sie essen?”

      What had the girl said? The witch wasn’t positive, but it sounded like a language she had heard before– though hearing and actually knowing were two totally different things. She took a hesitant step forward, hand hesitantly reaching into her pocket for her wand, just in case.

                                                      “–who are you?”