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Are we going to New Orleans? No, she said, backing out of the spot. We're going to West Virginia. I assume by 'West Virginia,' you actually mean 'Hawaii,' I said. Or some place equally exciting.

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