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Well, very long ago, on the spot where the Wild Wood waves now, before ever it had planted itself and grown up to what it now is, there was a city - a city of people, you know

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Kenneth Grahame
Age: 73 †
Born: 1859
Born: March 8
Died: 1932
Died: July 6
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
Edinburgh
Scotland
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Wood
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Weasels--and stoats--and foxes--and so on. They're all right in a way--I'm very good friends with them--pass the time of day when we meet, and all that--but they break out sometimes, there's no denying it, and then--well, you can't really trust them, and that's the fact.
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