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It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.” “So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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