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Does she still love you? I don't think so, Magnus said dryly. She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't. Alec sputtered. As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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