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What's all this about yanking poor Magnus and Alec back from their vacation? Isabelle demanded. They have opera tickets!

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Back
Yanking
Alec
Magnus
Demanded
Tickets
Vacation
Opera
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