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Atque In Pepetuum, Frater, Ave Atque Vale,” He Whispered. The Words Of The Poem Had Never Seemed So Fitting: Forever And Ever, My Brother, Hail And Farewell.

Remember When You Fell Out Of That Tree On The Farm When You Were Ten, And Broke Your Arm? Remember How He Made Them Let Him Ride With You In The Ambulance On The Way To The Hospital? He Kicked And Yelled Till They Gave In.” “you Laughed,” Said Clary, Remembering, “and My Mom Hit You In The Shoulder.” “it Was Hard Not To Laugh. Determination Like That In A 10-year-old Is Something To See. He Was Like A Pit Bull.” “if Pit Bulls Wore Glasses And Were Allergic To Ragweed.” -luke And Clary Talking About Simon, Pg.211-

I've Never Minded It," He Went On. "being Lost, That Is. I Had Always Thought One Could Not Truly Be Lost If One Knew One's Own Heart. But I Fear I May Be Lost Without Knowing Yours.

I Fear I Must Agree," Magnus Murmured. He Pressed A Hand Over His Heart And His New Peacock-blue Waistcoast. "i Strive To Find Some Respect In My Heart For You, But Alas! It Seems An Impossible Quest.

Even The Trip Throught The Portal Had Not Disarranged Magnus's Hair Spikes. He Tugged On One Proudly. "check It Out", He Said To Isabelle. "magic?" "hair Gel. $3.99 At Ricky's.