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Night Owls is a fast, fun read that kept me turning the pages. Lauren M. Roy delivers a plot that zips, dialogue that zings, and a cast of characters you'll cheer for to the very end. Thumbs up!
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Devon Monk
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: January 9
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Eugene
Oregon
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Lauren
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