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“It’s a dangerous feeling getting noticed, being wanted. Getting seen deep and proper, it’s shit hot but terrible too. It’s like being took over. And your whole skin hurts like you suddenly grew two sizes in a minute.”

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Book:The Shepherd's Hut
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The Shepherd's Hut

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Tim Winton
Tim Winton

Tim Winton is an acclaimed Australian novelist known for his vivid portrayal of Australian rural life. His works often explore themes of family, friendship, and growth, and have won him a wide readership. more

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