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Come on guys, you cant fight like this forever Actually, Simon said, raising his hand,I can. Jace made a weird noise and I realized he was trying not to laugh-which by the way, wasn't working.

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