I Thought Of Love As A Game.

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If You Run Into A Psychic Wall Face-first, Do You Wind Up With Psychic Bruises? -clary, Pg.239-

I Hate To Break It To You, But If He's Interested In Your Highly Personal Areas, He Probably Isn't Interested In Your Sisters.

Simon To Die. Jace To Live. Jonathon To Retune. And You Valentine's Daughter, To Be The Catalist Of It All.

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