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You are not my high school crush, idiot.” “Great. I can die happy, then.

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Rachel Caine
Age: 58 †
Born: 1962
Born: April 27
Died: 2020
Died: November 1
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Julie Fortune
Roxanne Longstreet Conrad
Roxanne Longstreet
Roxanne Conrad
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