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It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Presents
Christmas
Beginning
Food
Greatest
Littles
Snowman
Ever
Basement
Little
Basements

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