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That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. Save them for my funeral, I'd said.

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Sylvia Plath
Age: 30 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 27
Died: 1963
Died: February 11
Autobiographer
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Essayist
Novelist
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Boston
Massachusetts
Victoria Lucas
Sylvia Plath Hughes
Brought
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Mother
Roses
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Afternoon
Rose

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