I shuddered at the image in my head, at the word feed. But Jasper wasn’t worried about frightening me, not overprotective like Edward always was.
Stephenie MeyerHow old are you?” she asked. My answer was automatic and ingrained. “Seventeen.” “And how long have you been seventeen?” I tried not to smile at the patronizing tone. “A while,” I admitted. “Okay,” she said, abruptly enthusiastic. She smiled up at me.
Stephenie MeyerThe bottom line is that you have to choose who you are going to commit to-- that's the foundation of true love, not the lack of other options
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