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Sydney: I like Latin. It's fun. Eddie: I can't believe you think we're the strange ones.

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
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I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadnt hit her veins when she did this death hadn't been her goal.
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Hope implies that you think you have a chance at something.
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Guilt was its own prison.
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