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Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you. Of course they are, he said. I am stunningly attractive.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Now this is really going to impress Valentine. I don't know, Clary said. Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-crawling powers we get the Aquatruck. If you don't like it, Nephilim, came Magnus's voice, faintly, from the truck cab, you're welcome to see if you can walk on the water.
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Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.
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