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He took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Jazz
Creeping
Comfort
Neon
Doors
Strands
Took
Pushed
Happy
Signs
People
Clubs
Wild
Finery
Whenever
Swells

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