From 45b801af9d47c526c55f62b513f312fddd2bbef2 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: GFruit <71150343+GFruit@users.noreply.github.com>
Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2021 15:28:29 +0100
Subject: [PATCH] fixed quote typo

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 static/quotes/english.json | 2 +-
 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-)

diff --git a/static/quotes/english.json b/static/quotes/english.json
index 837e95a7f..06a359e1f 100644
--- a/static/quotes/english.json
+++ b/static/quotes/english.json
@@ -30398,7 +30398,7 @@
       "id": 5115
     },
     {
-      "text": "The first letters I picked out did not interest me. They were from men I meet once once in a while and for whom I feel no great interest. But all at once an envelop attracted my eyes. It bore my name written in a broad, firm hand; tears filled my eyes. Here was a letter from my dearest friend, the one in whom I used to confide in my youth and who knew my hopes; he arose before me so clearly with his outstretched hand and good-natured smile that a shudder ran through my frame. Yes, the dead come back, for I saw him! Our memory is a world far more perfect that the real universe, for it brings to life those who have gone forever.",
+      "text": "The first letters I picked out did not interest me. They were from men I meet once once in a while and for whom I feel no great interest. But all at once an envelop attracted my eyes. It bore my name written in a broad, firm hand; tears filled my eyes. Here was a letter from my dearest friend, the one in whom I used to confide in my youth and who knew my hopes; he arose before me so clearly with his outstretched hand and good-natured smile that a shudder ran through my frame. Yes, the dead come back, for I saw him! Our memory is a world far more perfect than the real universe, for it brings to life those who have gone forever.",
       "source": "Guy De Maupassant, Suicides",
       "length": 634,
       "id": 5116