“I don’t think I could bear it,” said the shoemaker. “I quite like being Opi. I’ve got the address in Berlin that was pinned to his coat. I’ll take him there myself and see what comes of it.”
wandering boy and shoe poet end game im crying this little boy is his whole purpose now im imaginging a whole little life for them.... i also just remembered this BOAT FUCKING SINKS AND IM KILLING MYSELFD
