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Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.

Jill Shalvis

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Jill Shalvis
Age: 54
Author
Novelist
Writer
the United States of America
Fine
Stomping
Dark
Vineyards
Start
Tasting
Jobs
Grapes
Keep
Gardening
Something
Mature
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Why was man created before woman? Because you always need a rough draft before the final copy.” – Chloe Traeger
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