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aren't you, uh... reproducing? sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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As it turned out, everyone wanted a doughnut. Jace wanted two.
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cleverness that comes too late is hardly cleverness at all?
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One must look at the next step on the path ahead, rather than the mountain in the distance, or one would never reach one's goal.
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It's Will, she said. He's being absolutely ridiculous in the dining room. Charlotte looked puzzled. How is this different from him being totally ridiculous in the library or the weapons room or any of the other places he's usually ridiculous?
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She looked around. They had drifted far away from the bank of the canal. Are we stealing this boat? Stealing' is such an ugly word, he mused. What do you want to call it? He picked her up and swung her around before putting her down. An extreme case of window-shopping.
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Charlotte, darling, Henry said to his wife, who was staring at him in gape-mouthed horror. Jessamine, beside her, was wide eyed. Sorry I'm late. You know, I think I might nearly have the Sensor working- Will interrupted. Henry, he said, You're on fire. You do know that don't you?
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Shotgun! announced Clary as Jace came back around the side of the van. Alec grabbed for his bow, strapped across his back. Where? She means she wants the front seat, said Jace, pushing wet hair out of his eyes.
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The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.
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