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Murder begins where self-defense ends.

Georg Buchner

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Georg Buchner
Age: 23 †
Born: 1813
Born: October 17
Died: 1837
Died: February 19
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Karl Georg Büchner
Georg Buchner
Murder
Defense
Ends
Self
Begins

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