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Your wit is always such a delight, Mr. Zeklos. I can barely contain myself around it.
Richelle Mead
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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Only what?” I asked. I could barely hear my own voice. He turned his gaze back to me, firm and unflinching. “Only… more human.” And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty. “Get out,” I said.
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