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You aren't afraid of throwing yourself in the path of danger, but you're terrified of letting anyone in.

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 47
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
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Danger
Afraid
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Anyone
Terrified
Throwing
Letting

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