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The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the man inside it and how precious he was. His intimate smiles and his deep husky laugh, the gentleness of his touch and the ferocity of his passion were all reserved for me.

Sylvia Day

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Sylvia Day
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: March 11
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