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I'm glad you're better, he said. His mouth sounded like it was almost in my hair, just above my my ear. When I saw you fall... You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
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