It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.
Stephenie Meyer"What are you thinking?" he asked curiously. I looked up into his deep gold eyes, became befuddled, and, as usual, blurted out the truth. "I'm trying to figure out what you are."
Stephenie MeyerAlice was scrutinizing my boring jeans-and-a-T-shirt outfit in a way that made me self-conscious. Probably plotting another makeover. I sighed. My indifferent attitude to fashion was a constant thorn in her side. If I'd allow it, she'd love to dress me everydayโperhaps several times a dayโlike some oversized three-dimensional paper doll.
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