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Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
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Father
Made
Strangeness
Foster
Observed
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Kindness
Eyes

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