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His voice was like honey and velvet. Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, he murmured, and I recognized the line spoken by Romeo in the tomb.

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Stephenie Meyer
Age: 50
Born: 1973
Born: December 24
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