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But how do we know it's really you? I mean, I could put a saucepan on my head and call myself the God of Boiled Dumplings; wouldn't mean I was telling the truth.K.J. Parker
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I’ll miss you as well.” He glanced at her breasts. “So much.” She laughed. “Hurry back to me then.Laurann Dohner
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I enjoyed writing. Perhaps it was because I hardly heard the sound of my own voice. My written words were my voice, speaking, singing,. .. I was there on the pageJenny Moss