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Your name is Lily Whitney. You are the woman I want at my side night and day. I want you to be the mother of my children someday. I want you for my lover. I want you for the person I turn to when the world gets to be too much.
Christine Feehan
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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
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Rhianna flashed Rose a small smile. Sometimes I have a chip on my shoulder. You know, the woe-is-me-I'm-such-a-martyr complex.
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