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Stephenie Meyer

Too young,too young,she chanted to herself. Wrong,of course. I was older than her grandfather but according to my driver’s license,she was right.
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Drive Herself License Old Right Wrong Young
Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.
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Care Drop Hurt Rock Yourself
Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.
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Evidence Existence Fire Himself Ice Myself Togetherness
Something I’ve never seen in all my lives. I’m staring at hope.
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Hope Live Myself See Stare
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
She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn’t she?
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Herself Myself Thinking
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.
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Animal Fall Lion Love
A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella’s limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.
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Car Corpse Herself Lower Myself Responsive Skin
You look tired. Yeah, I agreed, and shrugged. Near-death experiences do that to me.
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Appearance Experiences Tired Yourself
It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share.
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Appearance Food Lunch Share Sound Yourself
I want to be a monster too.
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Desire Monster Myself Wish
There’s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.
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Deep Difference Ideas Love
I glanced, wide eyed, from Edward’s grimace to Jacob’s sneer.
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Myself See Sight Wide
The absence of him is everywhere I look.
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Absence Himself Myself
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
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Heart Broken Impossible Myself Time
It felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren’t going to make it that far.
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Bed Far Feeling Pretty Rude White

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