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I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.

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Daniel Woodrell
Age: 71
Born: 1953
Born: March 4
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Springfield
Missouri
Pits
Margins
Sure
Born
World
Volunteered
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When I started to be a writer, I was not going to run the risk of boring you.
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