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Can we go back to the part about Moroi girls hanging out in LA? asked Adrian hopefully. Can you direct me to some of the…oh, let’s say, more open-minded ones?

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