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My head was throbbing, and my hands were shaking, but I went down the ladder to my workroom - and started figuring out how to rip someone's heart out of his chest from fifty miles away. Who says I never do anything fun on a Friday night?

Jim Butcher

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Jim Butcher
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: October 26
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