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Well, I'm supposed to be crazy, right? [...] And there isn't much I wouldn't do for you. The stupider, the better.

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
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I shook my head and turned away, unable to hear this. “I’m leaving now. I really don’t want to see you again. Nothing personal. Well, yeah, actually it is.
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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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And besides . . . I don’t want to leave you. Er, you guys.” He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. “Well, ‘we’ are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and I’m also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you’re in St. Louis.” I grinned back.
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My commentary's hilarious, not witty.
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I always love seeing what worries you. Strigoi? No. Questionable food? Yes.
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Watch it. he said at last. I can make your life miserable. I gave him an icy smile. You already have, and that's why i've got the advantage. You've done your worst - but you haven't seen what i can do yet.
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Adrian gave the picture a nod of approval before handing me the phone. Okay, even I can admit that's pretty cute. I found myself overanalyzing the comment. What had he meant in saying 'even he' could admit it? That I was cute for a human? Or that I had just met some kind of Adrian hot-girl criteria?
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Everything‟s fine,” I said, with a tight smile. “Kiyo was just giving me his latest explanation about how my son is a terror to be feared.” Dorian scoffed. “Little Thundro? A terror? Hardly, unless perhaps we‟re discussing diapers.
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