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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Crowds
Sentences
Waved
Burning
Dissolved
Paper
Orange
Inside
Torn
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I try hard and aim big. People can hate or love my books but they can never accuse me of not trying.
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