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The Irish are the damnedest race. They put so much emphasis on so many wrong things.
Margaret Mitchell
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Margaret Mitchell
Age: 48 †
Born: 1900
Born: November 9
Died: 1949
Died: August 16
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Margaret Munnerlyn Mitchell
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