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Leslie? Irial whispered. What are you doing? Choosing. Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face. I'm mine. Not anyone else's. I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl. And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.

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Melissa Marr
Age: 52
Born: 1972
Born: July 25
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Fantasy Author
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Pennsylvania
United States
M. A. Marr
Melissa A Marr
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