here?” Emma demanded. “Oh, one missed-connections things? met night, f — Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

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Then why are you here?” Emma demanded. “Oh, is this one of those missed-connections things? We met the other night, you felt a spark? Sorry, but I don’t date trees.”“I am not a tree.” Iarlath looked angry, his bark peeling slightly.

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