She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless — Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
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She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless potpourri. But she still want back to it, because it was the only one.

— Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Mad Scientist's Daughter
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