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It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough you would drown in it if possible.

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Never
Drown
Would
Affection
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