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We need to be together. Why? I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard. Because I want you. I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we'd meet again in the land of the dead. Wrong answer, I told him. I let go
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Richelle Mead
Age: 47
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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