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I'm tired of saying How wonderful you are! to fool men, who haven't got one half sense I've got.

Margaret Mitchell

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Margaret Mitchell
Age: 48 †
Born: 1900
Born: November 9
Died: 1949
Died: August 16
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Journalist
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Atlanta
Georgia
Margaret Munnerlyn Mitchell
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