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and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it's giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.

Aimee Bender

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Aimee Bender
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: June 28
Novelist
Writer
the United States of America
Giving
Eyes
Red
Refills
Four
Dresses
Sultry
Eye
Bones
Sheen
Water
Wine
Blooming
Making
Number
Loose
Three
Hair
Breasts
Feel
Numbers
Dress
Feels
Wise
Drunk
Refill

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