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“Indulgent Reader, up till now I have concealed it, but I must confess at last. I have one besetting weakness, a weakness that amounts to a vice. I am ashamed of it. Often I have tried to wean myself of it; often cursed the heredity that imposed it on me. Opium? Morphine? Cocaine? Nothing so fashionable. Absinth? Brandy? Gin? Nothing so normal. Alas! let me whisper it in your ear: I am a Chewing Gum Fiend!”

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Book:The Pretender: A Story of the Latin Quarter
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The Pretender: A Story of the Latin Quarter

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Robert W. Service (January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958) was a British-Canadian poet known for his narrative poems about the Yukon Gold Rush and the wilderness. Born in Preston, England, he moved to Scotland as a child and immigrated to Canada in 1894. While working as a bank clerk in Dawson City, Yukon, he wrote classics like 'The Shooting of Dan McGrew' and 'The Cremation of Sam McGee.' His vivid, rhythmic style captured the spirit of adventure and made him a popular figure. He later lived in France, continuing to write until his death. more

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