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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I'm thinking about the cat dying, Dulcie and her knife against my throat, Mrs Irvin and her St Thomas bone... But never my sister. A brother rarely thinks about his sister. - Quote by Louis Nowra

I’m thinking about the cat dying, Dulcie and her knife against my throat, Mrs Irvin and her St Thomas bone… But never my sister. A brother rarely thinks about his sister.

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