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I ignored the flashes of lightning all around me. They either had your number on them or they didn't.

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
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Jerome David Salinger
Jerome Salinger
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