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Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Everything
Thieves
Book
Jews
Going
Jew
Sky
Summer
Color
Books
Nicely
Came
Thief

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