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I could hear him laughing. Son of a bit*h. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was coyote or the son of Satan.He was a dead man walking.

Patricia Briggs

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Patricia Briggs
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: February 28
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Coyotes

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