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Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!

Edgar Allan Poe

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Edgar Allan Poe
Age: 40 †
Born: 1809
Born: January 19
Died: 1849
Died: October 7
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Crime Writer
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Literary Critic
Literary Theorist
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Boston
Massachusetts
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Edgar Poe
E. A. Poe
Heart
Beating
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Dissemble
Villain
Shrieked
Admit
Planks
Guilt
Villains
Deeds
Hideous
Tears
Deed

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