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Allegra Pazzi: Dr. Fell, Do You Believe A Man Could Become So Obsessed With A Woman, From A Single Encounter? Hannibal Lecter: Could He Daily Feel A Stab Of Hunger For Her And Find Nourishment In The Very Sight Of Her? I Think So. But Would She See Through The Bars Of His Plight And Ache For Him?

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Thomas Harris

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Allegra Pazzi: Dr. Fell, Do You Believe A Man Could Become So Obsessed With A Woman, From A Single Encounter? Hannibal Lecter: Could He Daily Feel A Stab Of Hunger For Her And Find Nourishment In The Very Sight Of Her? I Think So. But Would She See Through The Bars Of His Plight And Ache For Him?

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