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Alexia gave in to his demanding touch, but only, of course, because he sounded so pathetic. It had nothing, whatsoever to do with her own quickening heartbeat.

Gail Carriger

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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
Archaeologist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Bolinas
California
Pathetic
Whatsoever
Touch
Gave
Alexia
Courses
Quickening
Course
Sounded
Nothing
Heartbeat
Demanding

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