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There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning.

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Kate Chopin
Age: 54 †
Born: 1850
Born: February 8
Died: 1904
Died: August 22
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St. Louis
Missouri
Katherine O'Flaherty
Hope
Night
Awoke
Despondency
Asleep
Fell
Morning

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