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Darynda Jones

"He bombarded me with words, of all things, apparently clueless to the fact that the predawn hours rendered me incapable of coherent thought."

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"He bombarded me with words, of all things, apparently clueless to the fact that the predawn hours rendered me incapable of coherent thought."

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"My powers of persuasion are only as strong as the bullshit I have to back it up.- Charley Davidson."
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