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Think about it. He drinks poison. What kind of man drinks poison? She is the one who stabs herself with his dagger. The manly way.

Anne Fortier

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Anne Fortier
Age: 52
Born: 1971
Born: November 10
Novelist
Writer
DK
Way
Stabs
Men
Dagger
Think
Daggers
Thinking
Drinks
Manly
Poison
Drink
Kind

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