The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
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The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

— Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
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