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Clary stopped dead in her tracks. Simon? Oh, God, said Jace, sounding resigned. And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting. -Clary and Jace pg. 114
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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