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five: my muse will send your muse a drunk, emotional text
sms;clary: k, so... I’m alone. in a bar. I started drinking these manly brown drinks -- remember, because I told you men only drink things that are brown -- but I tried one of those pink drinks and fuck that was a big mistake. anyway. I know things are really complicated right now. like, you’re my sister... but I don’t know if I believe that we are. or that i care. I want to call you dorky nicknames and drink some more of those stupid girlie drinks and love you and make love to you and kill demons together... not necessarily in that order... this is going to make things awkward when I wake up in the morning... but I’m not going to regret it. I love you and I don’t want to ever stop loving you. and, by god, I will never stop trying to do what’s best for us.