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My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror. It's me, said a familiar voice. ...Eric, what are you doing here? Snuggling.

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Charlaine Harris
Age: 72
Born: 1951
Born: November 25
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