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Numb, I took the perfectly browned puff. Okay. Let me see if I have this right. Al provokes me into defending myself. I nearly kill him. Then Newt tries to kill me, thinking I'm Ku'Sox. Al stops her, saving my life. And now we're all going to have s'mores together?

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Kim Harrison
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: January 1
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Midwest
Wyoming
Dawn Cook
Took
Als
Mores
Together
Stops
Provokes
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Newt
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Saving
Numb
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