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"Although at first he flinched at every crack of thunder, before long his head was heavier on her shoulder, his eyelids drooped under the soporific percussion of the rain on the ute's metal roof, and by the time they'd swapped Brisbane's residential streets for the even darker bush-lined roads of the hinterland, he was fast asleep."
— Jul 18, 2026 11:15AM
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