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My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them? That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. What about them? The color, he breathed. When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those... He reached toward me but then pulled back. They're beautiful. You're beautiful.

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
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