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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

Bram Stoker

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Bram Stoker
Age: 64 †
Born: 1847
Born: November 8
Died: 1912
Died: April 20
Clerk
Journalist
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Screenwriter
Theatre Critic
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Clontarf
Ireland
Abraham Stoker
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Escaping
Lunatic
Bees
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