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She took out a shiny folded pamphlet, the kind they kept stacked in clear plastic stands in hospital waiting rooms. How to Come Out to Your Parents, she read out loud. LUKE. Don't be ridiculous. Simon's not gay, he's a vampire.

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