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And if anyone knows anything about anything, said Bear to himself, it's Owl who knows something about something, he said, or my name's not Winnie-the-Pooh, he said. which it is, he added. so there you are.
A. A. Milne
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A. A. Milne
Age: 74 †
Born: 1882
Born: January 18
Died: 1956
Died: January 31
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