I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me. — Julie Kagawa
I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me. — Julie Kagawa
I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me. — Julie Kagawa
I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me. — Julie Kagawa
I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me. — Julie Kagawa
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I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.

— Julie Kagawa
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