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Love is rarely flawless,” Carter pointed out. “Humans delude themselves by thinking it has to be. It is the imperfection that makes love perfect.

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
Humans
Delude
Love
Flawless
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Carter
Pointed
Imperfection
Rarely
Perfect
Makes
Succubus

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