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Well, let it pass, he thought April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. --The Sensible Thing

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
Minnesota
Francis Scott Fitzgerald
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald
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