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Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 50
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Notes
Hear
Father
Accordions
Looks
Accordion
Sometimes
Breathes
Think
Papa
Thinking
Smiles
Breathe

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