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Turning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me. I sighed. This trip might take awhile. Then start walking, Rose, I muttered to myself. I set off, off to kill the man I loved.

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
Rose
Winding
Take
Muttered
Long
Road
Sighed
Men
Kill
Awhile
Walking
Stared
Loved
Trip
Start
Turning
Away
Ahead
Might

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