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Gwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 59
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Failing
Needed
Men
Gwen
Desperately
Settle
Cigarette
Settling

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