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“C'est toujours un choc de revoir quelqu'un qu'on n'a pas vu depuis longtemps mais qui a été très présent dans notre esprit pendant cette période.”

Quote by Agatha Christie

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Agatha Christie
Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie, a renowned British detective novel writer, is known as the Queen of Detective Fiction. She was born on September 15, 1890, and passed away on January 12, 1976. Christie's works are characterized by intricate plots, unique reasoning, and vivid characters, and have had a profound impact on detective fiction worldwide. more

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