*by Stephenie Meyer*
NEW MOON - chapter 2 - STITCHES
“How can wewe do this?” I demanded. “Even Alice and Esme…” I trailed off, shaking my head in wonder. Thought the rest of them had aliyopewa up the traditional diet of Wanyonya damu jtsu as absolutely as Carlisle had, he was the only one who could kubeba the smell of my blood without suffering from the intense temptation. Clearly, this was much zaidi difficult than he made it seem.
“Years and years of practice,” he told me. “I barely notice the scent anymore.”
“Do wewe think it would be harder if wewe took a vacation from the hospital...
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