The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. — Jack London, To Build a Fire
The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. — Jack London, To Build a Fire
The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. — Jack London, To Build a Fire
The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. — Jack London, To Build a Fire
The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. — Jack London, To Build a Fire
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The trouble with him was that he was without imagination.

— Jack London, To Build a Fire
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