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A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Romance
Fray
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Diary
Instruments
Drawings
Fantasy
Fantasies
Diaries
Covers
Jace
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Torrid

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