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.... death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!

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Anne Fortier
Age: 52
Born: 1971
Born: November 10
Novelist
Writer
DK
Men
Lovers
Alive
Turns
Death
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Ardent
Great
Equally
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Lady

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