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Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.

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Lilith Saintcrow
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: January 1
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New Mexico
United States
Anna Beguine
Lili St. Crow
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