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You're killing me because you want me to give a message to God for you? Jace shook his head, the point of the blade scraping across his throat. You're crazier than I thought

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Crazier
Killing
Scraping
Across
Blade
Head
Shook
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Blades
Thought
Jace
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Throat
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