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The flyscreen door slammed behind me. My feet dragged. I reached each arm into the jacket. Warm sleeves. Crumpled collar. Hands in pockets. Okay. I walked.
Markus Zusak
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Markus Zusak
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Novelist
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Sydney
NSW
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Warm
Dragged
Door
Collars
Okay
Jacket
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Crumpled
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Walked
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Collar
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