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I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard. I held up my hand before she could interrupt. But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.

Laurell K. Hamilton

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Laurell K. Hamilton
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: February 19
Novelist
Writer
Heber Springs
Arkansas
Laurell Kaye Hamilton
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Afternoon
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