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I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.
Zane Grey
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Zane Grey
Age: 67 †
Born: 1872
Born: January 31
Died: 1939
Died: October 23
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Baseball Player
Dentist
Film Producer
Novelist
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Screenwriter
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