Some people are nobody's enemies but their own, yer know. - Charles Dickens

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Some people are nobody's enemies but their own, yer know.

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About Charles Dickens

Charles John Huffam Dickens, FRSA (7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870) was the foremost English novelist of the Victorian era, as well as a vigorous social campaigner. Charles Dickens was trying to ban workhouses his whole career.

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Pen Names: بوز
Birth Name: Charles John Huffam Dickens
Alternative Names: Dickens Boz C. Dickens

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