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I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff? I was born amazing Jace stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingertips, lightly but enough to make her shiver.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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