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The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.

Stephenie Meyer

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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
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
Before I tell you my story, Jasper said. you must understand that there are places in our world, Bella, where the life span of the never-aging is measured in weeks, and not centuries.
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Fantasy Life Measurement Myself Story Talk Understand
But it’s possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I’ve seen it in action.
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Action Love Myself Person Possible See
It took less than half a second for me to realize that, as long as I was truly insane now, I might as well enjoy the delusions while they were pleasant.
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Enjoyment Illusion Myself Realization Sanity Time
The absence of him is everywhere I look.
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Absence Himself Myself See
Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. You truly are one frightening little monster.
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Fear Head Monster True Yourself
You are so bizarre, even for a human. Thanks.
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Human Nature Weird Yourself
What were you two doing last night, discussing the national debt?
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Debt Discussion National Night Yourself
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
She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn’t she?
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Herself Myself Thinking
They call her my singer – because her blood sings for me.
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Blood Call Herself Identity Myself Name Singer
It’s not the end. It’s the beginning.
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Beginning End
Bella, there’s a part of you that loves me.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
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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I figured if I played nice, I’d get more time with you.
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Nice Play Pretend Time Yourself

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