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Yech, said Simon. Don't 'yech' me. You're the one with the magical spit.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Simon
Spit
Magical

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