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“Women aren't so keen to have them anymore, not where I come from, anyway. They've got other fish to fry, which is fair enough. But they don't realise, sometimes, what they're missing, or what they're withholding, you know? The power they have.”

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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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