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Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned.
James M. Barrie
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James M. Barrie
Age: 77 †
Born: 1860
Born: May 9
Died: 1937
Died: June 19
Journalist
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the United States of America
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