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I loved you! he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. I loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up.

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
Loved
Ripped
Heart
Chair
Never
Chairs
Destroyed
Quickly
Saws
Took
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Coming
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