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The break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath.
John Steinbeck
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John Steinbeck
Age: 66 †
Born: 1902
Born: February 27
Died: 1968
Died: December 20
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Salinas
California
John Ernst Steinbeck
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John Ernst Steinbeck
John Ernest Steinbeck
John Ernst Steinbeck Jr
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