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Forsooth, I no longer toil in vain, To prove that demon pox warps the brain. So though 'ti pity, it's not in vain That the pox-ridden worm was slain: For to believe in me, you all must deign.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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