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The angel brought you back. Because you asked him to. You could have anything alse in the world, and you asked for me. But I dont want anything else in the world. I love you. I would do it again. I would ask for you.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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