Everyone will say I'm insane, but I don't care, Rose. Is it insane to marry the girl I love? A girl with golden brown ha — Melanie Dickerson, The Healer's Apprentice
Everyone will say I'm insane, but I don't care, Rose. Is it insane to marry the girl I love? A girl with golden brown ha — Melanie Dickerson, The Healer's Apprentice
Everyone will say I'm insane, but I don't care, Rose. Is it insane to marry the girl I love? A girl with golden brown ha — Melanie Dickerson, The Healer's Apprentice
Everyone will say I'm insane, but I don't care, Rose. Is it insane to marry the girl I love? A girl with golden brown ha — Melanie Dickerson, The Healer's Apprentice
Everyone will say I'm insane, but I don't care, Rose. Is it insane to marry the girl I love? A girl with golden brown ha — Melanie Dickerson, The Healer's Apprentice
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Everyone will say I'm insane, but I don't care, Rose. Is it insane to marry the girl I love? A girl with golden brown hair, with gifts of beauty and goodness and storytelling?

— Melanie Dickerson, The Healer's Apprentice
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