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I've lost someone, too someone I loved. I know how you feel. - Does it get easier? Yes. But you'll never be the same again.

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 47
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
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As much as I hated to admit it, I kind of looked forward to seeing him. It made no sense, but something about his infuriating nature made me forget about my other worries. Weirdly, I felt like I could relax around him.
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The rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively,but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.
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My mother wasnʹt sleeping with anybody. She doesnʹt even sleep with my father.
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You're in an awfully good mood, he observed. Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?
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She probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper. [...] We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her. How's it—hey! You ARE playing Minesweeper!
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We all screw up. Everyone makes mistakes. That’s what she did. It was bad judgment, that’s all. You don’t cut off the people you love for mistakes like that.
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It was the most convulted, ridiculous piece of logic I'd heard in awhile... It was something I would have come up with.
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Yeah. Rose. Jill sighed and stared vacantly ahead. She's all he sees when he closes his eyes. Flashing dark eyes and a body full of fire and energy. No matter how much he tries to forget her, no matter how much he drinks . . . she's always there. He can't escape her.
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What were you thinking? I demanded once we were moving to the music. I was trying to ignore his hands. Do you know how much trouble you may have gotten me in? Adrian grinned. Nah. They all feel bad for you. You'll achieve martyrdom after dancing with a mean, wicked vampire. Job security with the Alchemists.
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I don’t know, Sage. You threw yourself in the line of pepper spray for me. You must like me just a little bit.” “I— I figured it’d be a shame to ruin your pretty face,” I stammered.
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He'd written me up a proposal of why dating him was a sound decision. It had included things like I'll give up cigarettes unless I really, really need one and I'll unleash romantic surprises every week, such as: an impromptu picnic, roses, or a trip to Paris—but not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises.
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Fortunately for Dimitri, I had his back.
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Look, don’t get me wrong. I worship the ground this guy walks on. I’m excited to meet him tonight. I’m dying to meet him tonight. If he wanted to carry me off and make me his love slave, I’d do it, so long as I got advance copies of his books.
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I said earlier that dead things don't always stay dead. Well, I'm one of them. don't worry - I'm not like the Strigoi. But I did die once (I don't recommend it).
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Finn crossed his arms and glared at Volusian. It was kind of a bold move, considering Finn looked like a cartoon character and Volusian looked like he ate the souls of small children. For all I knew, he probably did.
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Adrian!You Used compulsion on that guy. That.... I mean, it's..... Awesome?Yeah,I Know
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Books were a lot less messy than orgasms.
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Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one. That’s what I was supposed to say... he gasped out. Those were his last words.
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Are you sleepwalking?' A voice asked behind me. I was testing dorm security, I said. It sucks.
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I'm sorry. Be sorry you lied, he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.
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