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(jace) "is There Anything Special You Want To See? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower Of Pisa?" Only If It Falls On Sebastian's Head, She Thought.

No." Magnus Strode Toward Him. "i Didn't Call You Because I'm Tired Of You Only Wanting Me Around When You Need Something. I'm Tired Of Watching You Be In Love With Someone Else-someone, Incidentally, Who Will Never Love You Back. Not The Way I Do.

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.

No, I'm Just A Very Naughty Boy. I Do All Sorts Of Bad Things. I Kick Kittens. I Make Rude Gestures At Nuns.

The Way He Looked At You. I Got It Then. He Loved You, And It Was Killing Him. He Won't Get Over You, Clary, He Can't.