No. [ She's thoughtful for a moment. ] Do you want to see her?
[ The picture is also inside of her jacket and she holds it with more reverence than the tarot card, offering it out with a shy smile. It's of the last time they were at Luke's farm, a sprawling field behind the four figures. Clary's in the foreground next to a boy with thick black glasses and messy hair, both of them have their hands up behind each other's heads in a v-shape. Behind her is a man with wire rimmed glasses and lines of his face, one who's smiling despite how tired he looks. Next to that is a woman who looks just like Clary, only slimmer and more feminine, paint splattered dungarees doing nothing to take away how elegant she looks. ] That's my mom and Luke. He's an old family friend. And that's Simon. And me, obviously.
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[ The picture is also inside of her jacket and she holds it with more reverence than the tarot card, offering it out with a shy smile. It's of the last time they were at Luke's farm, a sprawling field behind the four figures. Clary's in the foreground next to a boy with thick black glasses and messy hair, both of them have their hands up behind each other's heads in a v-shape. Behind her is a man with wire rimmed glasses and lines of his face, one who's smiling despite how tired he looks. Next to that is a woman who looks just like Clary, only slimmer and more feminine, paint splattered dungarees doing nothing to take away how elegant she looks. ] That's my mom and Luke. He's an old family friend. And that's Simon. And me, obviously.