Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
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Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?

— Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
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