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Oh relax. I waved my hand dismissively. If he wanted to kill me, he already would have. I brought him all these sharp pencils, ideal for stabbing, and he's been a perfect gentleman.

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Kiersten White
Age: 41
Born: 1983
Born: June 27
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Utah
United States
Kiersten Brazier
Hands
Gentleman
Wanted
Ideal
Would
Ideals
Brought
Waved
Kill
Stabbing
Already
Pencils
Hand
Sharp
Perfect
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