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Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Brutes
Gentleness
Primarily
Dues
Quickly
Strength
Trust
Accumulated
Men
Brute

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