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She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Almost
Words
Around
Stacked
Smell
Pages
Taste

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