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I hear they feed you in Sing Sing,” Evie muttered. “Three squares a day.” “Evangeline,” Will said with a sigh. “Charity begins at home.” “So does mental illness.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
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Texas
United States
Home
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