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Adrian sighed. I knew you staying out of trouble was too good to be true.

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
Adrian
Sighed
Staying
Trouble
Knew
True
Good

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