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You wanna fight? I asked. He looked up at me and, for just a second, hesitated, then said, Yeah. I do. Well, I'll save you the trouble. You win.

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Kelley Armstrong
Age: 55
Born: 1968
Born: December 14
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city of Sudbury
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