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He's not going to shoot us in the back by accident, is he? Deputy Coltrain asked. I smiled, not sweetly. He promised not to.
Laurell K. Hamilton
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Laurell K. Hamilton
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: February 19
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Heber Springs
Arkansas
Laurell Kaye Hamilton
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