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A divided heart offers a strange sensation.

Ann Aguirre

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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
Heart
Sensation
Sensations
Divided
Offers
Strange

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