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Yeah according to my- Hey, are you staring at my chest? -Rose to Adrian

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Really, Sage? A date?” I sighed. “Yes, Adrian. A date.” “A real date. Not, like, doing homework together,” he added. “I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that’s not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring.” “A real date.
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Because it's simple, I love you, and I don't want to keep pretending like I don't. -Rose to Dimitri
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How come all the harmless people were so lame? Maybe that was the definition of safe.
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Only what?” I asked. I could barely hear my own voice. He turned his gaze back to me, firm and unflinching. “Only… more human.” And that was it. All the anger and sorrow vanished. There was nothing in me. Nothing at all. I was empty. “Get out,” I said.
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It’s as easy as we choose to make it,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “At least, this decision is. Nothing’s truly easy, Georgina. Love and life . . . they’re wonderful, but they’re hard. We may mess up again. We have to be strong and decide if we can still go forward, even when things aren’t perfect.
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