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Do you have a sleeping bag?” I stared at him. “No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of ’06.

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Kim Harrison
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: January 1
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Midwest
Wyoming
Dawn Cook
Dip
Stared
Sleeping
Bags
Salt
Sleep
Lost
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