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The Silent brothers are doing nude cartwheels in the hallways

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Cartwheels
Hallways
Nude
Brothers
Silent

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There was something about Jace, though, that made her want to push him, crack that shell of cynicism and make him admit her believed something, felt something, cared about anythinng at all.
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Behind her, Jace moved out into the water with a contained grace that barely rippled the surface. Simon behind him, was splashing and cursing.
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Oh, I'll trust you, the boy told him carelessly. It hardly matters. We are all betrayed sooner or later—all betrayed, or traitors. I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood, Magnus said under his breath.
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She seemed like a creature made to attract everyone and express nothing real, though it would take a master observer, like Magnus, to know it.
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I get no sense from his note at all,” said Will, bounding to his feet, “except that he can quote Tennyson’s lesser poetry. Sophie, how quickly can you have Tessa ready?” “Half an hour,” said Sophie, not looking up from the dress. “Meet me in the courtyard in half an hour, then,” said Will. “I’ll wake Cyril. And be prepared to swoon at my finery.
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Do not make the mistake of believing that he does not love you because he plays at not caring.
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Tessa poked at her left incisor with her tongue. It was flat again, an ordinary tooth. I don't understand what makes them come out like that! Hunger, said Jem. Were you think about blood? No. Were you thinking about eating me? Will inquired. No! No one would blame you, said Jem. He's very annoying.
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Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?
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Okay. I've got a good one. Simon stroked Isabelle's hair feeling her lashes flutter against his neck as she closed her eyes. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
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Please don’t do this—don’t do this to me. If anything happened to you—” He looked at her with surprise. There was already a red stain on the white bandages that wrapped his chest, where his movements had pulled his wound open. “I…” “What?” “I’m not used to you loving me,” he said.
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Oh dear, said Jace...I hope that wasn't anything important. It was a sleeping potion, she said angrily, toeing the vial with the tip of a sneaker. And now it's gone. If only Simon were here. He could bore you to sleep.
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