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[This is just my opinion, not meaning to offend anyone or piss anyone off. This is just how I feel.]


There's so much crap on the internet regarding Bella cisne being a terrible, undeveloped, idiotic character. Maybe some of that is true ... I'm not sure. I try not to discuss Stephenie Meyer's composição literária skills too much because I end up screaming at people but she isn't the best, admit it.

Anyway, I personally amor Bella Swan. I am incredibly fed up and aggravated por the idea that women nowadays have to know some kind of immense self-defense or have a super power to be considered a powerful female...
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Two hours to go... 1 hora to go... 50 minutes... 45 minutes. I was starting to get sick of waiting. Why couldn't time mover faster? Edward, my boyfriend, had promised to pick me up 10 o clock. Okay, wrong choice of word. the word boyfriend doesn't really illustrate enough of my eternal commitment for Edward, but it's the closest I can get without sounding stupid. Anyway, it was New Years Eve and Edward and I were going to spend the last few hours of the ano concentrating on being together. Then we were going somewhere special to see the New ano in. That's all Edward would tell me. The rest...
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posted by KatiiCullen94
I remember the dia when i promised myself that i would never return back, the place where i am being forced to return. I have never been this scared before in my life. i would give anything right now to back to my dad, in my room, with Jacob, where i am seguro in the slightest and not on a sunny,blizzering beaten road weaving throught the tropical streets of Jacksonville in the back assento my mothers Commodore. Feeling my heartbeat throught my ears.
I can feel my lunch begin to rise as i started to remember the rua signs, the local bakery and smells of humiddity. My Mothers belly inferred with...
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