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Hugo is a raven,and, as such he knows many things. I, meanwhile, am Hodge Starkweathe, a professor of history, as such, I do not know nearly enough.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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khalepa ta kala, greek. It means 'beauty is harsh'.
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