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I need it! I need it! It's a royal heirloom! Adrian? What are you doing here? Looking for you. Come on, we need to go. I'll drive you home. No, I can't. Not until we get it. He stole it!

Richelle Mead

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