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Dodge, Alyss said, putting a hand to the parrallel scars on his cheek, that brand left so long ago by The Cat. She pressed her lips against each of them--four delicate kisses. When she pulled away, he was smiling.

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Frank Beddor
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: July 31
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Minneapolis
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