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It's not my fault all women like motorcycles, Murph. They're basically huge vibrators. With wheels.

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Jim Butcher
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: October 26
Actor
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Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Independence
Missouri
Faults
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Women
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