Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. — Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
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Stani walks in later, glaring at them both.“Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. What’s wrong with everyone this week?”Tom can tell that

— Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son
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With me poetry has not been a purpose but a passion. — Edgar Allan Poe
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