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I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet. At that he smiled. How would you know what feet taste like? I just know.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Tastes
Taste
Feet
Hate
Stuff
Would
Like
Smiled

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