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Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

Emily Dickinson

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Emily Dickinson
Age: 55 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 10
Died: 1886
Died: May 15
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Ai-mi-li Ti-chin-sen
Emilia Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Dangerous
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Assent
Handled
Chain
Sane
Chains
Atheism

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