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Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Walks
Dark
Light
Kitchen
Loud
Towards
Outside
Walk

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