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They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good, that way.

J. D. Salinger

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J. D. Salinger
Age: 91 †
Born: 1919
Born: January 1
Died: 2010
Died: January 27
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New York City
New York
Jerome David Salinger
Jerome Salinger
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