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Bears, I muttered, adding a new fear to the pile. That would be just her luck, wouldn’t it? Stray bear in town. OF course it would head straight for Bella.

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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
Who gives an island as a gift? I frowned. I hadn’t realized Edward’s extreme generosity was a learned behavior.
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Generosity Gift Learning Myself Realization
He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting nature–or rather mob justice–take its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn’t hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.
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Alive Death Give Up Himself Nature Responsibility
Edward: It wasn’t the worst night of my life. Jake: Did it make the top ten? Edward: Possibly. But, if I had been able to take your place last night, it would not have made the top ten of the best nights of my life. Dream about that.
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Dreams Myself Night Possible Worst
If we could bottle your luck, we’d have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.
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Destruction Hands Luck Ourselves Store Weapon Yourself
Bella, there’s a part of you that loves me.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it. I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.
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Best Day Life Myself Pain Point Wonder
Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.
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Alive Burn Happiness Herself Pain Safety
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
I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.
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Darkness Night Stardom
I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.
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Flow Mindset Myself Stand Thinking Time
Your hair looks like a haystack but I like it.
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Appearance Hairs Myself Yourself
The absence of him is everywhere I look.
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Absence Himself Myself See
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
The absence of him is everywhere I look.
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Absence Himself Myself
Something I’ve never seen in all my lives. I’m staring at hope.
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Hope Live Myself See Stare

Bears, I muttered, adding a new fear to the pile. That would be just her luck, wouldn’t it? Stray bear in town. OF course it would head straight for Bella.

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Bears, I muttered, adding a new fear to the pile. That would be just her luck, wouldn’t it? Stray bear in town. OF course it would head straight for Bella.

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