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Jack! Where have you been,you miserable little creep? He raised his eyebrows,a look of mock hurt on his face.This is the thanks I get? Give me that bat and I'll show you how grateful I am, coward!

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Kiersten White
Age: 41
Born: 1983
Born: June 27
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Utah
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Kiersten Brazier
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