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Mobile Model: 5200 nokia
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Skole: Gradjevinsko tehnicka
Jeg elsker: movies
Jeg hader: secrets
Favorit Musik: pop, hip, hop
Favorit Film: TWILIGHT
Favorit Bog: twilight, new moon, eclipse, breaking dawn, midnight sun
Favorit Berømtheder: robert pattinson, Kristen Stewart, stephanie meyer
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Mobile Model: 5200 nokia
Mobile Operator: 064 telekom srbija
Skole: Gradjevinsko tehnicka
Jeg elsker: movies
Jeg hader: secrets
Favorit Musik: pop, hip, hop
Favorit Film: TWILIGHT
Favorit Bog: twilight, new moon, eclipse, breaking dawn, midnight sun
Favorit Berømtheder: robert pattinson, Kristen Stewart, stephanie meyer
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MimiPimi: I LOVE TWILIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Something from New moon;
I WAS NINETY-NINE POINT NINE PERCENT SURE I WAS dreaming.
The reasons I was so certain were that, first, I was standing in a bright shaft of sunlight?the kind of
blinding clear sun that never shone on my drizzly new hometown in Forks, Washington?and second, I
was looking at my Grandma Marie. Gran had been dead for six years now, so that was solid evidence
toward the dream theory.
Gran hadn't changed much; her face looked just the same as I remembered it. The skin was soft and
withered, bent into a thousand tiny creases that clung gently to the bone underneath. Like a dried apricot,
but with a puff of thick white hair standing out in a cloud around it.
Our mouths?hers a wizened picker?spread into the same surprised half-smile at just the same time.
Apparently, she hadn't been expecting to see me, either.
I was about to ask her a question; I had so many?What was she doing here in my cream? What had
she been up to in the past six years? Was Pop okay, and had they found each other, wherever they
were??but she opened her mouth when I did, so I stopped to let her go first. She paused, too, and then
we Goth smiled at the little awkwardness.
"Bella!"
It wasn't Gran who called my name, and we both turned to see the addition to our small reunion. I didn't
have to look to know who it was; this was a voice I would know anywhere?know, and respond to,
whether I was awake or asleep? or even dead, I'd bet. The voice I'd walk through fire for?or, less
dramatically, slosh every day through the cold and endless rain for.
Edward.
I WAS NINETY-NINE POINT NINE PERCENT SURE I WAS dreaming.
The reasons I was so certain were that, first, I was standing in a bright shaft of sunlight?the kind of
blinding clear sun that never shone on my drizzly new hometown in Forks, Washington?and second, I
was looking at my Grandma Marie. Gran had been dead for six years now, so that was solid evidence
toward the dream theory.
Gran hadn't changed much; her face looked just the same as I remembered it. The skin was soft and
withered, bent into a thousand tiny creases that clung gently to the bone underneath. Like a dried apricot,
but with a puff of thick white hair standing out in a cloud around it.
Our mouths?hers a wizened picker?spread into the same surprised half-smile at just the same time.
Apparently, she hadn't been expecting to see me, either.
I was about to ask her a question; I had so many?What was she doing here in my cream? What had
she been up to in the past six years? Was Pop okay, and had they found each other, wherever they
were??but she opened her mouth when I did, so I stopped to let her go first. She paused, too, and then
we Goth smiled at the little awkwardness.
"Bella!"
It wasn't Gran who called my name, and we both turned to see the addition to our small reunion. I didn't
have to look to know who it was; this was a voice I would know anywhere?know, and respond to,
whether I was awake or asleep? or even dead, I'd bet. The voice I'd walk through fire for?or, less
dramatically, slosh every day through the cold and endless rain for.
Edward.
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