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I think we got in more trouble with Aunt Tasha,ʺ said Christian. ʺShe was kind of pissed off that we didnʹt tell her what was going on. I think she probably wanted to blow up the statues herself.
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Richelle Mead
Age: 47
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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