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Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
Eyes
Closed
Eye
Reached
Began
Drive
Fingers
Hair
Grace
Crazy
Stroking

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