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He remembered Simon warning him, with wryness, that Clary had the nuclear bomb of boyfriends.
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Wo men shi jie bai xiong di-we are more than brothers, Will.
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And therefor, said Magnus We must go. Will blinked at him. Go where? Don't worry about that right now, my love. Will blinked again. Pardon?
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He has become a worm. That is what I am telling you. I don't suppose it would be possible, said Henry into the silence, to, er, step on him?
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I really wish you hadn't worn that sweater,'he muttered into her ear. 'It's good practice for you,' she replied,her lips moving against his skin. 'Tomorrow,fishnets.' Against her side,warm and familiar,she felt him laugh.
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Magnus got to his feet. “I do believe that's my cue to leave as well,” he said. Clary noticed he was avoiding looking at Alec. “I'd say it's been nice meeting you all, but, in fact, it hasn't. It's been quite awkward, and frankly, the next time I see a single one of you will be far too soon.
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I don't care who her mother is, Magnus said. You can't see me with out an appointment. Come back later. Next March would be good, March? Sebastian looked horrified. You're right, Magnus said, Too rainy. How about June?
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I have a fetish for damsels in distress.” “Don’t be sexist.” “Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish.
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Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read.
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