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She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.

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Patricia Briggs
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: February 28
Novelist
Writer
Butte
Montana
Feet
Mattress
Knew
Mattresses
Sides
Gradually
Sleep
Asleep
Moving
Leaving
Fall
Cold
Two
Move
Like
Side
Plastered

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