Your hair looks like a haystack but I like it.
STEPHENIE MEYERHe 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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Like all bullies, they’re cowards underneath the swagger.
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I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don’t exist, not irritating me to death.
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Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.
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Maybe you’ll get lucky. I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. Maybe I’ll get hit by a truck on my way back.
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Bella, there’s a part of you that loves me.
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Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?
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There’s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.
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I’d been broken beyond repair.
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I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.
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Jacob’s little smirk became a full-blown grin, and I knew he was picturing Charlie showing up to arrest him. This grin was too bitter, too full of mocking to satisfy me. This wasn’t the smile I’d been waiting to see.
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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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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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So what you’re saying is, I’m your brand of heroin? I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.
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You are, Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence.
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Driving at the speed limit–hideous thought.
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