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Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
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Judith Rumelt
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endless hope, endless disappointment.
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Isabelle, she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, your loyalty to your friend is understandable -- He's not my friend. Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of daze. He's my brother.
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I tell so many lies, sweetheart, he said. which one specifically?
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