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I think the main thing to remember when writing a novel is to stay true to the characters.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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You might want to get up, he said. Everyone will be here quite soon to rescue you, and you may prefer to have clothes on when they arrive. He shrugged. I would, at any rate, but then, I am well known to be remarkably shy.
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