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And will I like being called a jazz-baby? You will love it.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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F. Scott Fitzgerald
Age: 43 †
Born: 1897
Born: September 24
Died: 1940
Died: December 21
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St Paul
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Francis Scott Fitzgerald
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald
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