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How we love others is affected by how we love ourselves, and for the first time in a long time, I was whole.

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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You did not just say that. I have a feeling we're on the verge of hugging and coming up with cute nicknames for each other.
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What’s wrong?” asked Seth, seeing my frown. “That new drummer. Alec. He hit on me earlier, and now he’s moving in on Casey. I think he’s one of those guys who thinks plying girls with liquor is the only way to get laid.” “Wait. I thought I was the only guy who knew that secret.
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I did, however, manage to do it without hurting those dogs. Very considerate of me. Don't let it be said I'm not an animal lover-that wretched kitsune aside.
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We had an endless supply of topics, both of us eager to put forth all we knew on anything and everything. Most of the meal was spent discussing the intricacies of the organic certification process. It was pretty awesome.
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For a moment, I was captivated as I studied them side by side. My mother: the perfect picture of guardian excellence and decorum. My father: always capable of achieving his goals, no matter how twisted the means. Uneasily, I began to understand how I’d inherited my bizarre personality.
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Hey Rose, welcome back. You still breaking hearts? Are you volunteering? His grin widened. Let's hang out sometime and find out. If you ever get parole.
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While I'm fine with you two dating and being happy, please try not to break his heart too much when the time comes.
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Hope implies that you think you have a chance at something.
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Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn’t I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework?
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None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there was usually and then there was being held in the grip of a really ripped, really tall, and really pissed off Russian guy.
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One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep therefore we also no longer dream. It's a shame, because if I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.
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Who is he? An idiot, said Adrian. Makes me look like an upstanding member of society.
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And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he’d smile at me. A real smile, too—not the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didn’t want to admit it to anyone—not to Lissa, not even to myself—but some days, I lived for those smiles.
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As he looked at me, he seemed to send a message of his own: that he would still fight for me, that he would fight until he collapsed to keep them from taking me.
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I can understand bitchiness in any language.
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I'll see you later Roza. At our next practice? I asked. We are starting those up again, right? I mean you still have things to teach me. Standing in the doorway, he looked over at me and smiled. Yes. Lots of things.
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And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.
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The door opened, and we were met by a fifty-something man with a grizzled blond beard. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Also, he had an eye patch. This is incredible, I heard Adrian murmur. Beyond my wildest dreams.
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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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For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless.
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