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My mother is the war,' declares Roger Mexico, leaning over to open the door.

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Thomas Pynchon
Age: 87
Born: 1937
Born: May 8
Essayist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Glen Cove
New York
Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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Thomas Ruggles Pynchon
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Roger
Mexico
Door
Doors
Open
War
Mother
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