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Isabelle: Do You Want Some Soup? Jace: No Isabelle: Do You Think Hodge Will Want Some Soup? Jace: No One Wants Soup Simon: I Want Some Soup! Jace: No, You Don't. You Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle

Cucumber And Bergamot," Clary Said. "is There Anything Else You Hate That I Ought To Know About?" Jace Looked At Dorothea Over The Rim Of His Teacup. "liars," He Said.

And Therefor," Said Magnus "we Must Go." Will Blinked At Him. "go Where?" "don't Worry About That Right Now, My Love." Will Blinked Again. "pardon?

I Get The Feeling," Alec Said, And Smiled, "she Hasn't Forgiven Me For Betraying You, As She Sees It." "good Girl," Said Jace With Appreciation. "i Didn't Betray You, Idiot." "it's The Thought That Counts.

How Could You Have Guessed?” Miserable Though Will Was, He Felt Free, As If A Heavy Burden Had Been Displaced From Him. “i Did All I Could To Hide And Deny It. You—you Never Hid Your Feelings. Looking Back, It Was Clear And Plain, And Yet I Never Saw It. I Was Astonished When Tessa Told Me That You Were Engaged. You’ve Always Been The Source In My Life Of Such Good Things, James. I Never Thought You Would Be The Source Of Pain, And So, Wrongly, I Never Thought Of Your Feelings At All. And That Is Why I Was So Blind.