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As long as everyone's wearing their own pants. I see I have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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So John took out of his pocket A knife both long and sharp, And stuck it through his brother's heart, And the blood came pouring down. Says John to William, Take off thy shirt, And tear it from gore to gore, And wrap it round your bleeding heart, And the blood will pour no more.
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Clary felt suddenly annoyed. When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death? Exsanguinated, said Jace, impressed. That's a big word. And you're a big- Tsk tsk, he interupted. No swearing in church.
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with his customary crooked smile, “are just too unlikely to dwell upon.
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Will spread his arms wide. On his knees, grinning like a demon, blood dripping from his mouth, he barely looked human himself. “Come and get me.
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Is he dead? he inquired. He looks dead. No, snapped Maryse. He's not dead. Have you checked? I could kick him if you want.
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