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He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
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Sydney
NSW
Heart
Detriment
Every
Heartbreak
Sadness
Something
Cry
Time
Steps
Love
Boys
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Doe

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