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Scrawny little mundane bastard

Scrawny little mundane bastard

Scrawny little mundane bastard (Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls)

Savannah’s breath caught in her chest at the realization of how close they were standing. He brushed a strand of hair off her face, his finger leaving a line of heat across her cheek. If they hadn’t been surrounded by people, she would have thought he was about to kiss her. Or maybe he was about to kiss her. Right here, in front of everyone

Live like you want, not how others want you to live

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