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Who are these people? my mother asked. Guess, replied Abe flatly. Who would be foolish enough to break into court after escaping it?

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
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Abe
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Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.
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