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The Outsiders

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I've always felt like an outsider. I was born late, the last of my generation in my large extended family. I was too young to participate in my family's life while it was all happening, and by the time I reached those milestones of family holidays and celebrations, I often as not did them with just my mother, or by myself. As I grew older I went to schools in other, far flung parts of Sydney - many long bus rides away. The inner city area we lived in - Glebe - was still mainly a slum then, and I…
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