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He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.

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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
Orange
Burn
Mad
Angry
Sun
Looked
Certainly
Enough
Glowing

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