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Jesse: Hey Rose, welcome back. Still breaking hearts? Rose: Are you volunteering?

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Richelle Mead
Age: 47
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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You look too pretty to be useful. Truer words were never spoken.
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Yeah. Rose. Jill sighed and stared vacantly ahead. She's all he sees when he closes his eyes. Flashing dark eyes and a body full of fire and energy. No matter how much he tries to forget her, no matter how much he drinks . . . she's always there. He can't escape her.
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And you work for that demon, right? The one who looks like Matthew Broderick?” “John Cusack,” I corrected. “He looks like John Cusack.” “Whatever.
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I'm sorry. Be sorry you lied, he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.
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We're going on a, um, windmill tour later this week. If I'd wanted to shut them all up, I'd definitely succeeded. They all looked stunned. Adrian spoke first. I'm going to assume that means he's flying you to Amsterdam on his private jet. If so, I'd like to come along. But not for the windmills.
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Howʹd you get here?ʺ I asked. She winked. ʺYouʹre not the only ones who can steal cars. Or, in my case, get people to ‘willinglyʹ lend them.
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People who are crazy rarely question whether they're crazy.
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See? There it is again. My flame in the dark.
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