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When I told you I didn’t want you, it was the blackest kind of blasphemy.

Stephenie Meyer

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.
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Darkness Hair Pillow Story Thick
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
You dont know how hard it was for me to take you and leave them alive.
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Alive Hard Myself Save Unknown Yourself
I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.
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Beautiful Different Face Human Myself Self Love Stare
I’m not like a car you can fix up. I’m never gonna run right.
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Car Hard Time Myself Repair Right Run
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
And it was different because I’d already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn’t my fault.
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Different Head Lost Mistake Myself Time
Sometimes I think you like me better as a wolf. Sometimes I do. It probably has something to do with the way you CAN’T TALK.
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Better Myself Talk Thinking Time Wolf
You can’t run with vampires. Cuz they’re fast. Yea? well, we’re faster.
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Fast Run Vampire
Life and love go on.
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Life Love One Liner
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
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
He’s got to let go of you sometime.
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Let Go Time Yourself
Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?’ ‘You hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?
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Beautiful Head Hit Yourself
Something I’ve never seen in all my lives. I’m staring at hope.
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Hope Live Myself See Stare
Happiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.
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Explosion Happiness Myself Survive Violence

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