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I was the quiet kid in the corner, reading a book. In elementary school, I read so much and so often during class that I was actually forbidden from reading books during school hours by my teachers.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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I can trust you, Jessie, but you're clearly not well enough to go. Which is unfortunate, since Aloysius always had a weakness for a pretty face. Even more reason why I should go, said Will.
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I guess you're coming as my date now. Simon shoved the phone into his pocket. I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that, said Jordan. We better get you something nice to wear, though, he called as Simon headed back into his room. I want you to look pretty.
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I am not a certified idiot— Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence, Will muttered.
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You don't get to decide, she said, where I go, or when. I know. His voice was ragged. I've always known that about you. I don't know why I had to fall in love with someone who's more stubborn than I am.
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I wish I could hate you, he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes sick with misery. I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I do hate you and then I see you and I.
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And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry ornamental pool, where it shattered into dust. “By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,” noted Will. “Has no one respect for the classics these days?
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