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Phoebe tapped the toe of her sneaker against the dock. “There’s only one good use for a man like Heath Champion.” “Here we go again,” Molly muttered. Phoebe’s lip curled. “Target practice.
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Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Age: 75
Born: 1948
Born: December 11
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