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Dearest Cecilia, You’d be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don’t think I can blame the heat.

Ian Mcewan

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Ian Mcewan
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: June 21
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Film Producer
Novelist
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Belfast
Ireland
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Afternoon
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