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Some typewriters in Whitehall, in the Pentagon, killed more civilians than our little A4 could have ever hoped to.

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Thomas Pynchon
Age: 87
Born: 1937
Born: May 8
Essayist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Glen Cove
New York
Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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