He was a writer and words were his weapons. — Christopher Moore, Bloodsucking Fiends
He was a writer and words were his weapons. — Christopher Moore, Bloodsucking Fiends
He was a writer and words were his weapons. — Christopher Moore, Bloodsucking Fiends
He was a writer and words were his weapons. — Christopher Moore, Bloodsucking Fiends
He was a writer and words were his weapons. — Christopher Moore, Bloodsucking Fiends
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He was a writer and words were his weapons.

— Christopher Moore, Bloodsucking Fiends
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