I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways. — Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight
I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways. — Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight
I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways. — Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight
I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways. — Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight
I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways. — Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight
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I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways.

— Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight
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