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Who’s there?” “The scratcher of your itch,” he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. “Was that supposed to be romantic?

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Jill Shalvis
Age: 54
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Novelist
Writer
the United States of America
Romantic
Stuck
Supposed
Itch
Door
Crack
Doors
Cracks
Nose
Noses
Opened

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