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Did they find something wanting in you, Gemma, at the party? You didn’t speak too freely or behave…strangely?” I grew claws and bayed at the moon. I confessed that I eat the hearts of small children. I told them I like the French.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Party
French
Speak
Wanting
Didn
Behave
Find
Hearts
Gemma
Children
Moon
Confessed
Heart
Grew
Strangely
Something
Told
Claws
Like
Small
Freely

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