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His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

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Kim Edwards
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: May 4
Author
Novelist
Writer
Killeen
Texas
Resentment
Deeply
Father
Two
Love
Untangle
Woven

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