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Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now. Which is not at all.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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