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A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.

Guy de Maupassant

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Guy de Maupassant
Age: 42 †
Born: 1850
Born: August 5
Died: 1893
Died: July 6
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Henri René Albert Guy de Maupassant
Henri Rene Albert Guy de Maupassant
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