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It’s hard to feel desire when you don’t feel desirable

Christine Feehan

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Christine Feehan
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
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Ukiah
California
Christine King
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Shadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from which you came. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last. Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be.
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Jonas. Their rock. Shattered into so many shards. Holding himself together through the sheer force of will.
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The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am.
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