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Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid: Screenplay

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William Goldman
William Goldman

William Goldman is an American novelist born on August 12, 1931. His works are known for their humor, wit, and profound social insight, with notable titles including 'The Maltese Falcon' and 'The Shawshank Redemption'. more

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