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... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.

Markus Zusak

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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Sydney
NSW
Boys
Forever
Lemons
Remained
Whose
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Hair

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