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Romeo was cute …” “Cute?” Alessandro rolled his eyes. “What kind of man is cute?” “… and an excellent dancer …” “Romeo had feet of lead! He said so himself!” “… but most importantly,” I concluded, “he had nice hands!

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Anne Fortier
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: November 10
Novelist
Writer
DK
Hands
Cute
Kind
Dancer
Men
Excellent
Lead
Feet
Romeo
Eyes
Concluded
Nice
Rolled
Eye
Importantly

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