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You’re my sister,” he said finally. “My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you”—he laughed soundlessly and without any humor—“to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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