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No, but ... But I had felt something from another person. Someone who spent time with Alec. The last card in my head flipped over. I know who it is. It's him. That guy. Of course, said Carter dryly. I knew it was that guy. It's always that guy.

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Richelle Mead
Age: 47
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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