Cassandra Clare
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I'm here, she said, skidding to a stop. Can we go now? Sebastian insisted on helping her on with the coat. I don't think anyone's ever helped me with my coat before, Clary observed, freeing the hair that had gotten trapped under her collar. Well, maybe waiters. Were you ever a waiter? No, but I was brought up by a Frenchwoman, Sebastian reminded her. It involves an even more rigorous course of training. ✨ Cassandra Clare (2010). City of Glass, p.155, Simon and Schuster

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