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Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

Stephenie Meyer

So what are you going to tell her? A little help? I pleaded. What does she want to know? He shook his head, grinning wickedly. That’s not fair. No, you not sharing what you know-now that’s not fair.
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Fair Head Help Herself Knowledge Share Talk Yourself
You don’t get a lot of suicidal vampires.
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Suicide Yourself
Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. You truly are one frightening little monster.
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Fear Head Monster True Yourself
Something I’ve never seen in all my lives. I’m staring at hope.
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Hope Live Myself See Stare
Nature taking its course – hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.
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Course Death Hunter Life Nature Prey
I figured if I played nice, I’d get more time with you.
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Nice Play Pretend Time Yourself
They call her my singer – because her blood sings for me.
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Blood Call Herself Identity Myself Name Singer
Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.
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Care Impossible Logic Person Yourself
I felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again.
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Feeling Myself Ocean Star Swim
Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.
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Face Food Himself Human Raw
Driving at the speed limit–hideous thought.
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Drive Limitation Speed Thinking
Super-secret Ninja Club sounds way cooler than the whole BFF thing.
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Best Cool Friendship Sound Way
You look tired. Yeah, I agreed, and shrugged. Near-death experiences do that to me.
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Appearance Experiences Tired Yourself
When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could be happy if you let go.
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Energy Happiness Hold Let Go Yourself
He was right – she was beating herself up about hurting his feelings. The girl was a classic martyr. She’d totally been born in the wrong century. She should have lived back when she could have gotten herself fed to some lions for a good cause.
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Beat Born Classic Goodness Herself Reason Right Wrong
He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. Would you please tell me what you’re thinking? Before I go mad?
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Cold Eyes Face Gold Hands Mad Myself Thinking

Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

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