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But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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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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