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Jem--jem Is All The Better Part Of Myself. I Would Not Expect You To Understand. I Owe Him This." "then What Am I?" Cecily Asked. Will Exhaled, Too Exasperated To Check Himself. "you Are My Weakness." "and Tessa Is Your Heart," She Said, Not Angrily, But Thoughtfully. "not A Fool, As I Told You," She Added At His Startled Expression. I Know That You Love Her.

That Sounds Almost Practiced, James Carstairs. How Many Girls Have You Made Swoon With That Observation?" "there Is Only One Girl I Care To Make Swoon," He Said. "the Question Is, Does She?" She Smiled At Him. "she Does.

Look, You Can Date Whoever You Want And I Will Totally Support You. I Am All About Support. Support Is My Middle Name.” “so That’s Why You Never Told Me Your Middle Name. I Figured It Was Something Embarrassing.

Staring At Him The Way She Might Stare At A Beloved Place She Was Not Sure She Would Ever See Again, Trying To Commit The Details To Memory, To Paint Them On The Backs Of Her Eyelids That She Might See It When She Shut Her Eyes To Sleep.

He Had To Think He Was Michael Wayland’s Son, Or The Lightwoods Would Not Have Protected Him As They Did. It Was Michael They Owed A Debt To, Not Me. It Was On Michael’s Account That They Loved Him, Not Mine.” “maybe They Loved Him On His Own Account,” Said Clary.