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The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
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Landed
Tattoo
Chest
Chests
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Tables
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