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Demon Pox, Oh, Demon Pox Just How Is It Acquired? One Must First Go To The Bad Part Of Town Until One Is Very Tired Demon Pox, Oh, Demon Pox I Had It All Along- No, Not The Pox, You Foolish Blocks I Meant This Very Song- For I Was Right, And You Were Wrong!

Dear Alec & Magnus, It's Izzy. Got Your Card. Glad You're Having Fun. Nothing's Happening Here-clary's Mom Is Marrying Some Werewolf. I Think You Guys Should Get Married Too. I'm Thinking About Planing It. I Love Planing Parties. -isabelle

But Clary Never Found Out What It Wasn't, Because There Was A Cry Of "jace!" And Alec Appeared, Breathless From Pushing His Way Through The Crowd To Get Them. His Dark Hair Was A Mess And There Was Blood On His Clothes, But His Eyes Were Bright With A Mixture Of Relief And Anger. He Grabbed Jace By The Front Of His Jacket. "what Happened To You?" Jace Looked Affronted. "what Happened To Me?" Alec Looked At Him, Not Lightly. "you Said You Were Going For A Walk! What Kind Of Walk Takes Six Hours?" "a Long One?" Jace Suggested.

The Kitchen Was Just As Empty, Even The Refrigerator Gone, The Chairs, The Table--the Kitchen Cabinets Stood Open, Their Bare Shelves Reminder Her Of A Nursery Rhyme. She Cleared Her Throat. "what Would Demons," She Said, "want With Our Microwave?

"is Standing By The Window Muttering About Blood Something He Does All The Time?" Asked Simon. "no," Jace Said. "sometimes He Sits On The Couch And Does It."