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His gaze travelled down me, then zipped back to my face. Sorry. Focus, Rafe. I am. Just on the wrong thing.

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Kelley Armstrong
Age: 56
Born: 1968
Born: December 14
Novelist
Writer
city of Sudbury
Sarah
Focus
Face
Wrong
Faces
Back
Rafe
Thing
Travelled
Gaze
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