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Linden just wants to protect her, is what I want to say. She's all he has. I left him. I'm at arms reach, but I've left him.

Lauren DeStefano

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Lauren DeStefano
Age: 40
Born: 1984
Born: October 13
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Novelist
Connecticut
United States
Arms
Wants
Left
Linden
Reach
Protect

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