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Sage, he said. What are you wearing? I sighed and stared down at the dress. I know. It's red. Don't start. I'm tired of hearing about it. Funny, he said. I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at it.

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
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Sage
Funny
Wearing
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Dress
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Red
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Dresses
Hearing
Tired
Sighed
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