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“We was just kids, we did kid stuff. And we didn’t have things to do like people in the city. We couldn’t catch the bus to the beach or the movies or hang out in big shopping malls. We had to ride everywhere or shanks it. Go for a milkshake at the roadhouse, check out the tip. Because there was no KFC or Subway. We’d walk along the highway looking for eagle feathers.”

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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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