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Were you hugging Clary? He looked at Sebastian in amazement. Sebastian shrugged. She's my sister. I'm pleased to see her. You don't hug people, Jace said. I ran out of time to bake a casserole.

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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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