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Rachel, my itchy witch, Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?

Kim Harrison

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Kim Harrison
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: January 1
Author
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Midwest
Wyoming
Dawn Cook
Needs
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Itchy
Really
Simply
Cuffs
Men
Stop
Rachel
Love
Littles
Lace
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Witch
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