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I Love You; I Love You And I Don’t Care That You’re My Sister; Don’t Be With Him, Don’t Want Him, Don’t Go With Him. Be With Me. Want Me. Stay With Me. I Don’t Know How To Be Without You.

Isabelle's Clothes Looked Ridiculous. Clary Had To Roll The Legs On The Jeans Up Several Times Before She Stopped Tripping On Them, And The Plunging Neckline Of The Red Tank Top Only Emphasized Her Lack Of What Eric Would Have Called A "rack.

It Was A Bit Warm. Still. If One Could Look This Fabulous, One Had An Obligation To. One Should Wear Everything, Or One Should Wear Nothing At All.

Some Laws Were Meant To Be Broken.

Their Beauty Had Always Seemed To Him Like The Beauty Of Pressed Flowers-lovely, But Dead.