He was giving up on keeping me alive, letting natureโor rather mob justiceโtake its course. When he returned, and I was dead, he wouldn't hold anyone responsible. He would not mourn. All this I could hear in those three words.
Stephenie MeyerMaybe you'll get lucky." I said bleakly, lurching on my feet. "Maybe I'll get hit by a truck on my way back.
Stephenie MeyerYou havenโt changed at all. I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced just like always.
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