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As metal rang on metal, some inner part of Jem, some part that had been lost without his even knowing it was lost, felt the pleasure of fighting together with Will one last time.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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