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You cannot save every fallen bird, said Woosley, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. Even the handsome ones. One will do, said Magnus, and, as Will was no longer within his sight, he let the front door fall shut.

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