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