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You are such a chicken. Bock. Bock. Bock. He refused to allow her very bad chicken impression to ruffle his feathers. He was above petty name-calling.

Christine Feehan

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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
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Don't worry, now that I know about your little ego problem, I'll do my best to look all gushy when you pound you chest.
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Stay out of my mind. You certainly weren't invited.' Her hands went to her hips. 'And just for the record, your mind needs to be washed out with soap! Half the things you think we're going to do are never going to happen. I could never look at you again.
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