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We had and incident. I took care of it. Really. Jace's voice dripped sarcasm. Do you even know how to use that knife, Clarissa? Without poking a hole in yourself or any innocent bystanders?

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