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She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.

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Patricia Briggs
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: February 28
Novelist
Writer
Butte
Montana
Warm
Miracle
Lifetime
Crawled
Like
Aloneness
Smelling
Soft
Naked
Saved

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