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I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.
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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Francis Scott Fitzgerald
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald
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