Are the dead as lonesome as the living? — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
Are the dead as lonesome as the living? — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
Are the dead as lonesome as the living? — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
Are the dead as lonesome as the living? — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
Are the dead as lonesome as the living? — Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
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Are the dead as lonesome as the living?

— Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms
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