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Escape plan number seventeen," I told her. "Run away and open a juice stand in Fresno." "Why Fresno?" "Sounds like the kind… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Was it weird having a witch grandma? Scary? Was she always, like, threatening to cast spells if you were bad?" "Most of… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
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When I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight,” Peter explained, “but that we should go ahead and draw for… — Richelle Mead Copy Share
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