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Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
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Judith Rumelt
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