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I know there are monsters on this earth,' said Tessa. 'You cannot tell me otherwise. I have seen them.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Earth
Tessa
Monsters
Otherwise
Seen
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