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I didn’t know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent’s very muzzy voice murmured, “Rachel? Mmm, hi.
Kim Harrison
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Kim Harrison
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: January 1
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