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The thought of being with Shay Wilder makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife

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Lisa McMann
Age: 56
Born: 1968
Born: February 27
Author
Novelist
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Holland
Michigan
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Gouge
Thought
Shay
Wilder
Butter
Knife
Knives
Eyes
Eye

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