True love is hard to find." - Malcolm Fade — Cassandra Clare
True love is hard to find." - Malcolm Fade — Cassandra Clare
True love is hard to find." - Malcolm Fade — Cassandra Clare
True love is hard to find." - Malcolm Fade — Cassandra Clare
True love is hard to find." - Malcolm Fade — Cassandra Clare
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True love is hard to find." - Malcolm Fade

— Cassandra Clare
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