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Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.

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Hate is a passionate emotion.
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Emotion Hate One Liner Passionate
Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.
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Connection Himself Love Myself Pain Relationship
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
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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Arrest Bitter Myself Satisfaction See Smile Teasing
The absence of him is everywhere I look.
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Absence Himself Myself See
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
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
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
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
When I told you I didn’t want you, it was the blackest kind of blasphemy.
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Black Kind Leaving Myself Need Relationship Told
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
She was thinking what I think she was thinking, wasn’t she?
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Herself Myself Thinking
In the dead silence, all the details suddenly fell into place for me with a burst of intuition. Something Edward didn’t want me to know. Something that Jacob wouldn’t have kept from me, It was never going to end, was it?
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Death Detail Intuition Myself Place Silence
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
I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
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Change Love Soul Wanderer Yourself
Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn’t see.
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Focus Listening See Watch Yourself

Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.

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Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.

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