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“I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don’t remember what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.”

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P. G. Wodehouse
P. G. Wodehouse

P. G. Wodehouse was a British writer, humorist, and composer, renowned for his humorous stories and novels, especially those featuring the characters Jeeves and Bertie Wooster. His works have been translated into many languages and have had a lasting impact on generations of readers. more

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