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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.
Richelle Mead
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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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That was Sydney Sage, said Lissa. I thought they were all in West Virginia. Why isn't she with Rose? That, said Abe darkly, is an excellent question. Because they were apparently kidnapping Jill Mastrano in Detroit, said Christian. Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing.
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He stepped back and threw his arms out. I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you. He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky: Rose is in red But never in blue Sharp as a thorn Fights like one too.
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Hey Rose, welcome back. You still breaking hearts? Are you volunteering? His grin widened. Let's hang out sometime and find out. If you ever get parole.
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He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I’d always told him the cologne couldn’t be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.
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