What's wrong, little sis? You look upset." She could barely catch her breath. "Cracked...my...nail polish slapping your... worthless face. See?" She showed him her finger - just one of them. "Cute" He snorted.
Cassandra ClareDear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.
Cassandra ClareJem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal.
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