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If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to take that risk?

Anne Fortier

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Anne Fortier
Age: 52
Born: 1971
Born: November 10
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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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