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I went to bed feeling melancholy, wishing I could have poured out all my fears and insecurities to my mom. Wasn’t that what normal mothers and daughters did?

Richelle Mead

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