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In the absence of hope we must still struggle to survive, and so we do-by the skin of our teeth.

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William Styron
Age: 81 †
Born: 1925
Born: June 11
Died: 2006
Died: November 1
Military Personnel
Novelist
Writer
Newport News
Virginia
William Clark Styron
Jr.
Hope
Stills
Still
Survive
Must
Skin
Teeth
Skins
Absence
Struggle

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