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I have a dress fitting to get to at three.' (Simon) 'Cool,' said Kyle, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and heading for the door. 'Get them to make you something in red. It's totally your color.
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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In future, Clarissa, he said, it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations. You invited him into bed? Simon demanded, looking shaken. Ridiculous, isn't it? said Jace. We would never have all fit.
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Damnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash can out of her way and glowered. 'Oh, for goodness's sake,' she said. 'I can't believe you two. Why? What's wrong with bedrooms? And pivacy?
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Before Simon could answer, he heard the sound of the front door opening. He looked daggers at Jace. That's my roommate. Kyle. Be nice. Jace smiled charmingly. I'm always nice.
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I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace, girls killing things. I like anyone killing things, especially me. he said with a smile.
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Ouch,” Jace said in her ear, his tone indignant. “You elbowed me.” “Well, you landed on me.
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What's wrong, little sis? You look upset. She could barely catch her breath. Cracked...my...nail polish slapping your... worthless face. See? She showed him her finger - just one of them. Cute He snorted.
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Dear God, woman,said Will. Are there any questions you don't want to know the answer to?
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