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Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.

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Denis Johnson
Age: 67 †
Born: 1949
Born: July 1
Died: 2017
Died: May 24
Actor
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Science Fiction Writer
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Denis Hale Johnson
Dionysius Johnson
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