Oh,” he said, knocking a red ball into a hole. “It’s you.”“You were expecting someone else?” I asked. “Am I interrupting your socialcalendar?” I made a big show of glancing around the empty room. “I don’t want to keep you from the mob of fans beating down your door.
-Richelle Mead
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