He closed his eyes. โIโm so tired, Tess,โ he said. โI only wanted pleasant dreams for once.โ โThat is not the way to get them, Will,โ she said softly. โYou cannot buy or drug or dream your way out of pain.
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Cassandra ClareMr. Branwell and Mr. Carstairs seem to have no problem cleaning their boots,โ Sophie said, looking darkly from Will to Tessa. โPerhaps you could learn from their example.โ โPerhaps,โ said Will. โBut I doubt it.โ Sophie scowled, and started off along the corridor again, her shoulders tightly set with indignation. Tessa looked at Will in amazement. โWhat was that?โ Will shrugged lazily. โSophie enjoys pretending she doesnโt like me.โ โDoesnโt like you? She hates you!
Cassandra ClareNow don't go wandering off, William," she said with a meaningful glance. "I don't want to lose you in the crowd." Will's jaw set. "I'm getting the oddest feeling that you're enjoying this," he said under his breath. "Nothing odd about it." Feeling unbelievably bold, Tessa chucked him under the chin with the tip of her lace fan. "Simply behave yourself.
Cassandra ClareThank you,โ Simon said. โItโs a joke, Isabelle. Heโs the Count. He likes counting. You know. โWhat did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies . . .โโ There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. โItโs not realistic.โ โWhat would you prefer? โWhat did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . .
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