Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One

You'd Think The Angel Would Have Been Foresighted Enough To Give Us A Birth-control Rune, But No Dice.

"jem?" He Said. "is It You, James?" "who Else?" Jem's Voice.

After All, It Was Never Darnay He Quoted, Only Sydney, Drunk And Wrecked And Dissipated. Sydney, Who Died For Love.

"do You Remember Back At The Hotel When You Promised That If We Lived, You’d Get Dressed Up In A Nurse’s Outfit And Give Me A Sponge Bath?" "actually, I Think You Misheard," Clary Said. "it Was Simon Who Promised You The Sponge Bath." "as Soon As I’m Back On My Feet, Handsome," "i Knew We Should Have Left You A Rat," Said Jace.

I'm Always So Glad I Have No Idea What You're Vacantly Chatting About," Said Jace. It Fills Me With A Sense Of Peace And Well-being.