Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. — John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

— John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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