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Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly.

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Kim Harrison
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: January 1
Author
Novelist
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Midwest
Wyoming
Dawn Cook
Inside
Thought
Change
Dryly
Junior
Juniors
Peaceful

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