Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said. Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?" "I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.
Cassandra ClareI shall never eat duck again. I cannot believe I used to like duck. The duck betrayed me.
Cassandra ClareYou may choose your friends, but not your unlikely saviors,” Magnus said cheerfully.
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