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I wear the chain I forged in life....I made it link by link, and yard by yard I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.

Charles Dickens

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Charles Dickens
Age: 58 †
Born: 1812
Born: February 7
Died: 1870
Died: June 9
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