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Yes...and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him too. Don't be sexist. They could find me a female instructor. In that case, you have my permission to make out with her as long as I can watch.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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