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Why, oh why, had Jace picked a fight with a pack of wolves? What had possessed him? Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him. -Clary, pg.40-
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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