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I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

Markus Zusak

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