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I felt sick. Buying Kisten’s and my safety from Piscary was so wrong. But it was either that or deal with a demon, and I’d rather keep my soul clean and let my morals get dingy.

Kim Harrison

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Kim Harrison
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: January 1
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Midwest
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