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...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Sun
Deep
Wonder
Dark
Night
Ever
Come

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