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Could a man's heart, his soul, perish and yet leave him walking and talking as if alive?

Jim Butcher

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Jim Butcher
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: October 26
Actor
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Independence
Missouri
Talking
Soul
Heart
Men
Perish
Walking
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Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.
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I lunged, low and quick, and drove about a foot of cold steel into his danglies. Hey, I don't care what kind of fearie or mortal or hideous creature you are. If you've got danglies, and can loose them, that's the kind of sight that makes you reconsider the possible genitalia-related ramifications of your actions real damned quick.
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