*by Stephenie Meyer*
TWILIGHT - chapter 7 - NIGHTMARE
I slep dreamlessly that night, exhausted from beginning my ngày so early, and sleeping so poorly the night before. I woke, for the một giây time since arriving in Forks, to the bright yellow light of a sunny day. I skipped to the window, stunned to see that there was hardly a đám mây in the sky, and those there were just fleecy little white puffs that couldn't possible be carrying any rain. I opened the window - surprised when it opened silently, without sticking, not having opened it in who knows how many years - and sucked in the relatively...
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