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The trouble with emergencies is, she said, that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.
Zelda Fitzgerald
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Zelda Fitzgerald
Age: 47 †
Born: 1900
Born: July 24
Died: 1948
Died: March 10
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Montgomery
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Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald
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