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He wanted to tell her that everything he had done he had done because he was broken, because watching her die had destroyed him, but there was no way to say it that didn’t sound like he was trying to pin the blame outside himself
Laini Taylor
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Laini Taylor
Age: 52
Born: 1971
Born: December 11
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