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She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Age: 87 †
Born: 1927
Born: March 6
Died: 2014
Died: April 17
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