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Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
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Sydney
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