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Oh my God. What in—” I was going to be killed by two generations of beautiful women. While naked. “Mom,” Isabel snapped, interrupting. “Do you mind not staring? It’s totally perv.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
Women
Staring
Going
Killed
Mind
Naked
Totally
Mom
Pervs
Generations
Isabel
Beautiful
Interrupting
Two
Snapped

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