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I was in the middle of a dream about garbage cans and frogs - don't ask, and I won't tell.

Patricia Briggs

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Patricia Briggs
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: February 28
Novelist
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Butte
Montana
Frogs
Garbage
Middle
Asks
Tell
Dream
Cans

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