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Anyway that other thing we almost did in Paris-that's probably off the table for a while.Unless you want that whole baby-I'm-on-fire-when-we kiss thing to become freakishly literal

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