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Smiling, I cut across the quadrangle toward the commons. I felt better about life than I had in a very long time. We could do this, Lissa and me. We could do this together.

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Richelle Mead
Age: 47
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
Together
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Lissa
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Commons
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