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That's the way I remember them, heading for an exit.

John Cheever

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John Cheever
Age: 70 †
Born: 1912
Born: May 27
Died: 1982
Died: June 18
Diarist
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Quincy
Massachusetts
John William Cheever
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